thy breast is a tomb softer than flowers
“if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.”
— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla, 1872
-Alice de Chambrier
I would like to pour into a song my whole soul,
The light of the blue sky, the perfume of the woods,
The vigor of the sun and the warmth of the flame,
And all the beauty in a myriad voices contained…
“—and her eyes like a lover’s begging and melancholy.”
— Renée Vivien, from Prince Charming, tr. by Karla Jay and Yvonne M. Klein (via dearestvita)
“Et son langage est lent et doux, Car elle parle ainsi qu'une triste amoureuse.”
—
Renée Vivien - Sillages, Dans un Verger
And her words flow gently and sweetly, she speaks like a lover in sorrow.
“Reconnaissante au doux charme qui se prolonge, / J’offrirai le parfum de mon âme à la nuit.”
—
Renée Vivien - Le Ténébreux Jardin
Pleased by this lingering sweet delight,
I will offer the perfume of my soul to the night.
“(She had the sea within her soul, continuously.)”
— Salvatore Quasimodo, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “The Tall Schooner,”
“It’s summer, which means my skin is all honey before noon. Which means I’m celebrating the anniversaries of lovers I never kissed and bodies I never loved. Which means the air is humid as an open mouth with all this wanting.”
— POPSICLES AND GEORGIA O’KEEFFE PAINTINGS by Ashe Vernon (via a-quiet-old-soul)
