“You were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses.”— A. E. Stallings, from Archaic Smile; “The Wife of the Man of Many Wiles,”
“I want to sleep the sleep of the apples, and learn a mournful song that will clean all earth away from me—”— Federico Garcia Lorca, excerpt of Gacela of The Dark Death.
(Source: antigonick)