“She was a dream,”
— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,”
SAINT LAURENT PARIS
Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Fog Land,” wr. c. 1956
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
— Sarah Williams, “The Old Astronomer”
