Dalloway

She was the kiss of flowers,
and one morning she vanished.
A charming woman one loves in triumph,
and loving extravagantly, would spread open:
tears and sorrows; courage and endurance.
Pleased for this body, and being
loved in the earthly garden.

Sweet smell. Descend to the dignity
of writing her exquisite beauty.
"Go mad. Rather you were dead.
'Fear no more, says the heart,
committing its burden to the sea.'"

Smashed to atoms, the solitary traveler speaks:
"May I never go back to the lamplight;
to the sitting room; never finish my book."

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"For there she was."



(Words and/or phrases taken in order from the pages of the novel Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf as an expression of the book as well as of a recent love.)