Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Perfumes of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore.



- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.

-Ophelia, Arthur Rimbaud.

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