Let me lose myself
under the tall trees
that themselves lose their crowns in the twilight,
surrendering themselves to the sky and the night.
- Pär Lagerkvist (1891-1974)
(vintage silk scarf from Buckingham Palace that belonged to my late great aunt)
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
- from Pablo Neruda's Love Sonnet XVII
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