My child, my sister, dream,
How sweet all things would seem,
Were we in that kind land to live together, And there love slow and long, There love and die among, Those scenes that image you, That sumptuous weather, Drowned suns that glimmer there, through cloud-dishevelled air, Move me with such a mystery as appears, Within those other skies, Of your treacherous eyes, When I behold them shining through their tears...baudelaire
Mar 25, 2007
Bienvenue a me Cauchmere
I keep having these terrible dreams and no idea where they are coming from...probably too many reality shows...
1 comment:
I love this blog, and the literary persona expressed...love the imagery conjured up in me when I read, the 'Athena Burns'! lol
Update it, willya?! What's happened to her, what's happening now?
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