Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can’t see anything else of her, much less anything else around her.
Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can’t see anything else of her, much less anything else around her.
“If at Sirmio
My soul, I meet thee, when this life’s outrun,
Will we not find some headland consecrated
By aery apostles of terrene delight,
Will not our cult be founded on the waves,
Clear sapphire, cobalt, cyanine,
On triune azures, the impalpable
Mirrors unstill of the eternal change?”
Ezra Pound | “Blandula, Tennula, Vagula”