Poasis

Where does it come from? These lips, 20 years old, lightly touched by carmine red, this chestnut hair in sprays -- too loose to say locks -- these beautiful eyes in a frame of lashes and brows, proclaiming what? She was born at a time when I was teaching Dostoevsky and trying to cope with the realisation that I was old. There is no end to being born, and I, if allowed to continue to live, would sink again and again, dazzled by wonder and desire.

-Czeslaw Milosz-