"Reading Lolita in Tehran"

[fiefoe]

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
    But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
[T. S. Eliot]

'unobscured Miss B.'    - [Henry James]

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
[e.e. cummings]

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