"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
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"Siamo il pozzo incerto
della caduta di lontane cose"
R.M. Rilke, "La Principessa Bianca"
…that once, shopping with Charlotte and Anne, she bought a dress length of white fabric printed with a design of purple thunder bolts and lightning flashes. They were horrified, they preferred the subfusc, wanting to go unnoticed in the crowd, but Emily the recluse never went out in crowds and wanted to be attired in the tempest.
Love in a Cold Climate, Angela Carter
(A Paper given at a Conference on the Language of Passion, University of Pisa, Italy, 1990)
Shaking a Leg: Collected Journalism and Writings(via souvenirsandlostluggage)