"I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, unde...
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.