Ariel

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge.   Elm, p. 42.

If it were death I would admire the deep gravity of it, it timeless eyes. I would know you are serious. There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday.   A Birthday Present, p. 98.