Flawless as Aphrodite,
Thoroughly beautiful,
Brainless,
The faint odor of your patchouli,
Faint, almost, as the lines of cruelty about your chin,
Assails me, and concerns me almost as little.
Ezra Pound, Ladies, 1915
The bitterness is covered but not buried…
The bright eye let me never be parted from it
C. H. Sisson, In Arles
Arles continues to escape me – I spen…
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