“With the passing of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and in the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we are verbally trying to deny.” IfsTryingWellsKindMadeEnoughShowsEyeSocialResultsBloodTearsEvolutionConscienceMirrorsDenyPassingPassingsColourSaltReserves Author:Jose Saramago
“I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.” ThinkingNeedsFeelsMindKindPersonsReasonBodyRememberCertainBornPoorBrainBloodBearsConversationFairsSeasonsWeightLet MeNotionCloudsYour BodyPityBreastsPossessedLeaving MeScornPulseUndoneTreasonRemember YouRemembers YouInsufficientFrenzyStaggeringZestStoutPropinquity Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems