"It is the sting of snow, the burning liquor of
the moonlight, the rush of rain in the gutters..."
“It is the sting of snow, the burning liquor of
the moonlight, the rush of rain in the gutters packed
with dead leaves: go to sleep, go to sleep.
And the night passes—and never passes—”
- William Carlos Williams, from “A Goodnight” (via proustitute)
the moonlight, the rush of rain in the gutters packed
with dead leaves: go to sleep, go to sleep.
And the night passes—and never passes—”
- William Carlos Williams, from “A Goodnight” (via proustitute)
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