Sunday, March 22, 2009



John Galliano Autumn/Winter 09.10

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Look at the deeper meaning


The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the window again.

Along the vacant road, a red
Bicycle approaches; I wait
In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
To leap down at our gate.

He has passed us by; but is it
Relief that starts in my breast?
Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
She has no rest.

--DH Lawrence 
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Anxiety... the worst feeling other than pity...