O to blot out this garden
to forget, to find a new beauty
in some terrible
wind-tortured place. H. D., from “Sheltered Garden” (via proustitute)
to forget, to find a new beauty
in some terrible
wind-tortured place. H. D., from “Sheltered Garden” (via proustitute)
reblogged from proustitute
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers;
That I may fly away
To hear the singers at their song,
And players at their play.
Put on your crown of wind-flowers:
But whither would you go?
Beyond the surging of the sea
And the storms that blow.
Alas! your crown of wind-flowers
Can never make you fly:
I twist them in a crown to-day,
And to-night they die.
- Christina Rossetti
reblogged from likewinethroughwater
