The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies weighed down […]
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Articles by under the pyramids
Your ever true
Dearest, deeply loved Victoria, According to your wish, and by the urging of my heart to talk to you and open my heart to you, I send these lines […] I […]
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She recited curses and spoke magic words
Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil […]
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La couronne effeuillée II
J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la […]
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La couronne effeuillée I
J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la […]
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La poussière du jour et la cendre de l’heure
The dust of the hour and the ash of the day Fall down onto our hearts like a bitter rain, As in the fleeting day and ephemeral hour How much love and hope have […]
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Petroglyphs
I greet the sun! Rising from the darkness, Rising in the day. From the Ginnungagap, Of Yggdrasil ash, In your light, the spire shall grow. In your darkness, the spire shall […]
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The one that never thought of me
“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?” – Anne Brontë – Agnes Grey –
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Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to […]
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Nornir
In Norse mythology, the Norns (plural “Nornir”) are female beings who rule the destiny of gods and men. They are comparable to the Moirai (also called “The Fates”) in Greek mythology. According to Snorri Sturluson’s […]
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Playthings, dead things
The agony is exquisite, is it not? A broken heart. You think you will die. But you just keep living. Day after day, after terrible day. – Charles Dickens – Great […]
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Les Champs léthargiques II
La foule des vivants rit et suit sa folie, Tantôt pour son plaisir, tantôt pour son tourment ; Mais par les morts muets, par les morts qu’on oublie, Moi, rêveur, je […]
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