“I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.” IfsPersonsCareRunningGrowsDoorsHairKingsMoonDaughterShadowSkinsPrisonDareCherishRunning AwayCraveMistressShackles Author:Peter S. Beagle
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?” BehindsHairDarePeachesTrousersFlannels Author:T. S. Eliot