“It Is Well Known That Those In The Grip Of Heavy Enchantments Can Be Wakened Only By A Lover’s Touch.
“It is well known that those in the grip of heavy enchantments can be wakened only by a lover’s touch. Those who seem dead, who are already returning to the earth, can be restored to life, quickened again by one who is warm. Then, it being night, and the twin stars of Castor and Pollux just visible in the sky, I spoke of that tragedy, of two brothers whose love we might find unnatural, so stricken in grief when one was killed that the other, begging for his life again, accepted instead that for half the year one might live, and for the rest of the year the other, but never the two together. So it is for us, who while on earth in these suits of lead sense the presence of one we love, not far away but too far to touch.”
— Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
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amaar ekla akash thomke geche raater srothe bheshe, shudhu tomay bhaalo bheshe
my lonely skies have stopped sailing in the dark currents of the night, after (I started) loving you
amaar din gulo shob rong chineche tomaar kache eshe, shudhu tomay bhaalo bheshe
you acquainted my days with color , after (I started) loving you
tumi chokh mellei phool phutheche amaar chaade eshe
the moment our eyes meet, the patio blooms with flowers
bhorer shishir thonth chuye jaay, tomaay bhaalo bheshe
the morning dew caresses my lips after loving you
I cannot remember when last I felt alive. I am tired. So terribly tired.
—Chris Mc Geown
Still falls the rain, Daichi Takagi
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