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… beautiful pale fingers brushing the harp, writing and talking together, eyes towards the ocean around Penmarch remembering Drystan and Essylt, dreaming awake, sitting into the wind before the roaring waves at the Pointe du Raz, aware illusion, going...

… fallen leaves like scraps of written words in the breeze, whilst nether gates yawn within deep dark Trivia’s groves, hard by clear cold springs flowing out from mossy rifts as riddles uttered by voices mortal no more, and silver shapes seen in mirrors...

… whilst her eye’s dark shades and her lips and her swollen berries and the flaws which marks her pale perfection are kissed gently her lingering panting is music and the waves of her rapture are crashing and frothing on the shores of his hands and their...

I own many books which bear traces of their former owners and most dearly loved by me are those traces which seems to be, or obviously are, inscribed by a lover to his, or her, beloved. In my very good copy of Swinburne’s Poems—one volume of an undated...

… quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante … in a throbbing pale blue mist which wax he follows her wavings and reads aloud of a Nymph, Queen of the Western Island which weaves and cut the thread and all along she strokes like wind on grassy mounds and...

If it is possible to assume that beside Wisdom there is a single wisdom for every single life that ever has been, is and will be; or if every single life has its aslant and liminal wisdom and its meaning in its particular oddity; then a single forgotten...

On the same night they both dreamed the same dream of gloaming wind over water Nine cloaked priestesses circling like crows around a fire in the long shadow of a standing stone Long hairs swaying in the wind and arms raised up to the pin between the worlds...

Holding a ring and a silver key With pale fingers Tracing ancient tracks —Awake, he daydreamed away Evening Star Ancient traces on the mound They traced together A spring within an enwooded dark cove —Asleep, she dreamed away A white sail Afar Together...

In the soft pale golden light sliced with blue flashes No circling speck of deep yellow gold gleams and shifts Into something like an orb with a dark blue blazing core Evening Star Though whitish or hazy or nacreous drifts forgather And grey mists and...

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