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“Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.”
― Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown
― Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown
“The weapon lay on the floor - a bronze figure about two feet high, the base of it stained and wet. Mr. Satterthwaite bent over it curiously.
“A Venus,” he said softly. “So he was struck down by Venus.”
He found food for poetic meditation in the thought.”
― The Love Detectives - a Harley Quin Short Story
“A Venus,” he said softly. “So he was struck down by Venus.”
He found food for poetic meditation in the thought.”
― The Love Detectives - a Harley Quin Short Story
“The shrill note of a bell made them both jump.
“That’s the front door,” said Giles. “Enter - a murderer,” he added facetiously.”
― Three Blind Mice and Other Stories
“That’s the front door,” said Giles. “Enter - a murderer,” he added facetiously.”
― Three Blind Mice and Other Stories
“Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?”
― Betsy and the Great World
― Betsy and the Great World
“Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
―
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
―
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