Pablo Picasso, Vollard Suite, plate 97
Night’s the ground beneath my feet since I learned to walk with you. Scented guide with birds and flowers on your breath,
it’s no earth, but a sea we walk across. These sailors, pulling out from shore, delivered our desertion.
In this new life of mine, my heart keeps coming on its every old error, grassed over
as if natural convexities, the qui ... (read more)