

“I’ll taste the rouge by your eyes overwept,
to see if it can give the heart you’ve whipped
the indifference of azure and of stones.”


“I’ll taste the rouge by your eyes overwept,
to see if it can give the heart you’ve whipped
the indifference of azure and of stones.”
W.H. Auden
"Thoughts of his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic." ...