Wednesday, November 24, 2010

terre promise


"even now the fragrant darkness of her hair
had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by,
her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly:
what things unspoken trembled in the air!"





"always i know, how little severs me
from mine heart's country, that is yet so far;
and must i lean and long across a bar,
that half a word would shatter utterly?"




ph: loewe fall 2010


"ah might it be, that just by touch of hand,
or speaking silence, shall the barrier fall;
and she shall pass, with no vain words at all,
but droop into mine arms, and understand!"

-ernest dowson.




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