Friday, 18 May 2012

The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar
The sun is drowned in its thickened blood.
A tender heart that detests the vast and black void,
Gathering up every vestige of a luminous past!

- Charles Baudelaire (Harmonie du soir)

Picture: "Night in Black and Gold" by James Abbot McNeill Whistler (1874)

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