Thursday, April 26, 2018

Women & Wisps

who, when
she danced,

left a stab of perfume    in the air,

like a white azalea

-- Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca  (1938)


the smoke of her cigarette   whirling back over her shoulder
like a sweet-smelling  scarf    in the wind

-- William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley (1946)


Mary Ann Weaver  on Benazir Bhutto in Rawalpindi:

She was an icon -- beautiful, imperial, aloof -- passing, almost dreamlike, through the dust and exhaust fumes.
-- Pakistan (2002), p. 172

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