Evenings delve
into your eye. Lip-
picked syllables-
A lovely voiceless circle-
help the creeping star
into their ring. The stone, once-
close to the temporal zones, now opens up:
my soul, you were
in the ether with all
the other scattershot suns.
-Paul Celan (translation Heather McHugh, Nikolai Popov)
Thank you for writing about my dress! It’s always great to meet other vintage/pretty-thing enthusiasts. I have so many dresses I need to post to etsy, I just haven’t had the time yet to photograph all of them. They’re on their way, so check back next week! Your site is wonderful. I’ll definitely be reading. Cheers!