snufkin


...





























... and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.



feathers












o miłości która rozkwita
(...)
w gorzkim
unicestwianiu motylich skrzydeł
zgasłych w płomieniu świecy





Em.




Em.



bright star

Postmark: Newport, July 3, 1819
Shanklin, Isle of Wight, Thursday 

(...) I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here and breathing and wandering as free as a stag about this beautiful Coast if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me I have never known any unalloy’d Happiness for many days together: the death or sickness of some one has always spoilt my hours—and now when none such troubles oppress me, it is you must confess very hard that another sort of pain should haunt me.

Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. (...) I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.











{Bright Star}

snow-covered




snow-covered

hjörtur


hjörtur