Tuesday, July 3, 2012

and in one wash

I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. I pick it up, exile that I am, like the purple ‘lucky stones’ I used to collect with a white ring all the way round, or the shell of a blue mussel with its rainbowy angel’s fingernail interior; and in one wash of memory the colors deepen and gleam, the early world draws breath. Sylvia Plath via Le Projet D'Amour

1 comment:

If Jane said...

oh this is so great! and love the image of alain and eomy!