soothe a savage breast

 

“Musick hath Charms to sooth a savage Breast,

To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.”

 

~ William Congreve ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2018.

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LUNACY

 

“Dost thou not feel them slip, how cold! how cold!

The moon’s thin wavering finger-tips, along thy throat?”

 

~ Adelaide Crapsey ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in April 2017.

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SOOTHE A SAVAGE BREAST

 

“Musick hath Charms to sooth a savage Breast,

To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.”

 

~ William Congreve ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2018.

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© 2021 nightpoet – all rights reserved

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LUNACY

 

“Dost thou not feel them slip, how cold! how cold!

The moon’s thin wavering finger-tips, along thy throat?”

 

~ Adelaide Crapsey ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in April 2017.

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PASSIONATE DIMENSIONS

 

“Our passions are the true phoenixes;

when the old one is burnt out,

a new one rises from its ashes.”

 

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of a portrait of an unknown woman taken in Paris in May 2018.

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© 2018 nightpoet all rights reserved

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SOOTHE A SAVAGE BREAST

 

“Musick hath Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.”

 

~ William Congreve ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in June 2018.

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© 2018 nightpoet all rights reserved

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