Vivienne Mok – under the pyramids

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La Petite Danseuse

Even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes. – Edgar Degas –

When on a Summer’s Morn I wake

When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. […] And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, […]

Ode to Autumn

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with […]

To breed the Fruit that breeds the Serpent’s Art

Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom’s part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, […]

It will rise in perfect Light

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. – Sarah Williams – The […]

La Chambre Bleue

When I awoke, I was alone, in a small, simple room […] walls covered with printed Jouy cottons […] Alas ! I was not long to realise that I had not […]

Céladon

Celadon refers to both a colour and a type of glaze typical to China (Chinese: qingci青瓷, literally “green porcelain”) and the Far East. This green or translucent blue-gray glaze is especially […]

Umibe no Onnanoko

This town had a small beach that doesn’t get much traffic, even in summer, and I used to enjoy walking along it, looking for stuff. Burn-out fireworks, seaweed, a child’s hat […]

Telle que tu naquis dans la lumière Hellène

Just the way you were born in the Hellenic light You stir up the sea, you make the primrose blush, The spinning universe ennivrers at your breath And the womb of […]

The Girl in a white dress

The girl in a white dress […] was turned away, but he knew her at once by the poise of the fair tilted head, and began running towards her with the […]

Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; […] Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless […]

Vénus dans le Cloître

Agnès – Ah! How pleasant is the beauty of the day! It wakes all my senses. Let us retire both in the alley to move away from the company of others. […]