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The Dreams, or What You See

Odilon Redon, Orpheus Ask the moon what her whispers mean—dreamtime longing, the after-ache of shadows that slide or slink, glide, or make us thinkof what was–the ghosts of yearning seek the light. I watch, and if I can’t recalleach pink-petaled spring or purple rain, I see them all—the symphony that glows and lingers,or hides in […]

The Dreams, or What You See

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