June 2011
“Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (Thank you, proustitute, loeuvre-au-noir, whichdreamedit & dialogues)
“Only now
I see that you
are the end of spring
cloud passing
across the...”
– W. S. Merwin, “To a Departing Companion” (source; via awritersruminations)
