October 13, 2011
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the class to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
Poem by William Butler Yeats - Photo from Vogue Deutsch October 2009

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the class to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Poem by William Butler Yeats - Photo from Vogue Deutsch October 2009

July 11, 2011
"Darling, you will not find
in the well into which you fall
what I keep for you on the heights:
a bouquet of dewy jasmines,
a kiss deeper than your abyss."

— Pablo Neruda

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