Timeless beauty
Immortalised
In glorious white-wash
No blemish or stain
Forever longing
For life

'... that leaping stream
Where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
And sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers.'

'... those gifts from the earth:
Indelible scents, gold clay, weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
Magical thorns like swords.'

'... the bouquet you picked,
Shadows and silent water,
Bouquet like a foam covered stone.'

'That time was like never and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting; 
We find everything waiting there.'

PABLO NERUDA
Sonnet

Share their motion in one sphere.

Thomas Wainewright collection, TMAG.

When we run out of things to say

Paradise Lost: The Boudoir

Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG

Who pent up the sea behind closed doors
 when it leapt tumultuous out of the womb,
when I wrapped it in a robe of mist
 and made black clouds its swaddling bands;
when I marked the bounds it was not to cross
 and made it fast with a bolted gate?
Come thus far, I said, and no farther:
 here your proud waves shall break. – Job