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Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost […]

New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.

À la Lune

The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some […]

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –

Petroglyphs II

On the Ash Tree Yggdrasil […] Harts there are also four, Which from its summit, Arch-necked, gnaw. Dâin and Dvalin, Duneyr and Durathrôr. – Grímnismál 33 –

Fleur de Poussière

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

The one that never thought of me

“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?” – Anne Brontë – Agnes Grey –

Wreathing a band to bind us to the Earth

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full […]