Portrait of the Artist as a Library.

Here comes the winter of our discontent

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Once upon a time there was a Lover, and She quoted this for me:

"Au commencement sera le Sommeil. Animal profondément endormi  ; tiède et tranquille masse mystérieusement isolée ; arche close de vie qui transportes vers le jour mon histoire et mes chances, tu m’ignores, tu me conserves, tu es ma permanence inexprimable ; ton trésor est mon secret. […] et leur suite immédiate même, au moins jusqu’à "Allons ! Voici ma fatigue, le miracle, les corps solides ; mes soucis, mes projets et le Jour !".


- Paul Valery, Alphabet, 1924

"He is life’s liberating force.
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes.
He is repose from all cares — he is sleep!
When his blood bursts from the grape
and flows across tables laid in his honor
to fuse with our blood,
he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows
of ivy-cool sleep."

- Euripides, Bacchae (trans. Kenneth McLeish, Frederic Raphaie)

(Source : theagonistes, via lucasta)