January 2012
48 posts
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Benedict Cumberbatch...
“Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via literary verve)
Song of Myself - Section 11
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore, Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly; Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.
She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
Which of the young men does she like the best? Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you, You...
December 2011
37 posts
