December 11, 2009Comments are off for this post.


Dante gabriel rossetti 

'O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!

O memory that engraved the things I saw,

Here shall your worth be manifest to all!'



November 30, 2009Comments are off for this post.


Anais Nin 

There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.
Anaïs Nin
Photograph by Jill Krementz 1971
Dedicated to my new blogging friend Madeleine

November 23, 2009Comments are off for this post.

The Birds


He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!

She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

The Birds by William Blake

Photograph by Eduardo Macias

November 20, 2009Comments are off for this post.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna st vincent millay

"I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice;

had I abided by it I might have been saved

from some of my most valuable mistakes"

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Photograph via Lucy Shena