"... and in the lowest mire of Malebolge I sit between Gilles de Retz and the Marquis de Sade. I dare say it is best so. I
have no desire to complain. One of the many lessons that one learns in prison
is that things are what they are, and will be what they will be. Nor have I any
doubt that the leper of mediævalism, and the author of Justine, will
prove better company than Sandford and Merton."
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
hoofdstuk 14, § 3, p. 7
Rise as the sun: antlered. . .
bearded with greenery. . .the leaf-vein pulsing
in your throat. Budded all over with small flame, & motley
with birds in your hair & arms. Rise,
& put on your foliage!
bearded with greenery. . .the leaf-vein pulsing
in your throat. Budded all over with small flame, & motley
with birds in your hair & arms. Rise,
& put on your foliage!
Extrait de : Ronald Johnson : The Book of the Green Man, 1967. Réédition : Light and Dust 2001.
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