How did we do? A medium job,
which is well above average. But because
she had opened her heart to me as far
as she did, I saw her fierce privacy,
like a gnarled, luxuriant tree all hung
with disappointments, and I knew
that to love her I must love the tree
and the nothing it cares for me.
From "The Cloister" by William Matthews
Leda and the swan, Giovanni Boldini, 1884
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love those images together
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