Fallen Angel By Alexandre Cabanel (1847)

Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel (1847)

"The Moon is distant from the Sea -- ..."

by Emily Dickinson

The Moon is distant from the Sea -- And yet, with Amber Hands -- She leads Him -- docile as a Boy -- Along appointed Sands --

He never misses a Degree -- Obedient to Her eye -- He comes just so far -- toward the Town -- Just so far -- goes away --

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand -- And mine -- the distant Sea -- Obedient to the least command Thine eye impose on me --

This user has, i will never be the same...

has this been done already

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

Damn, pretentious traumatised men driven to their downfall by their obsessive pursuit of knowledge and their poet boyfriends who take care of them. Real not fake.