ShadyartisanArya Nov 22nd, 2019 79 Never
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- Gustave Flaubert to his wife Louise Colet.
- Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places,
- in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you?
- All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach.
- The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me.
- I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old passions surges forward like the billows.
- I remember my spasms, my sorrows, gusts of desire that whistled like wind in the rigging, and vast vague longings that swirled in the dark like a flock of wild gulls in a storm cloud.
- On whom should I lean, if not on you?
- My weary mind turns for refreshment to the thought of you as a dusty traveler might sink onto a soft and grassy bank.
- I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.
- I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die.
- I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.
- When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours.
- I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
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