My summer: dark cherries and golden skin
A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.
John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,”
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“…the greatest obstacle to my progress is me. I myself have been the biggest difficulty in my path. It’s with enormous effort that I’m able to overcome myself.”— Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights
“She drinks in his honeyed whispers.”— Apollon Maikov, tr. Boris Dralyuk, by from “Red-Nosed Frost,” wr. c. 1864
“As if she were begging for a rest, for a pause, as if she were afraid.”— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Flush,” written c. 1933