Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Last-Light Tableaux



like
black    lakes
  troubled by
fantastic moons

-- Oscar Wilde, Salomé (1891)



The sun had sunk now  to the line of woodland;
all the opposing slope was already in twilight,
but the lakes below us   were aflame.

-- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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