So there it is, I did it to myself. And forty years later, I am determined to undo it. I sought out samples of rose perfumes in an effort to find a bottled rose both T and I find beautiful. The coming series of posts, a tournament of roses, is the result. Read more →

My Aunts - by Adam Zagajewski - Translated by Clare Cavanagh Always caught up in what they called the practical side of life (theory was for Plato), up to their elbows in furniture, in bedding, in cupboards and kitchen gardens, they never neglected the lavender sachets that turned a linen... Read more →

Barter - Sara Teasdale - Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of... Read more →

XXXVIII - E. E. Cummings - yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're) From E. E. Cummings: Complete... Read more →

(Quelque Parfum) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Malgré le ciel encore bas et cet air qui chancelle, quelque chose nouvelle flotte vers l'odorat. Quelque parfum tout vert discrètement se dégage. Un plaisir déménage: le printemps est ouvert. (Some Perfume) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Despite the sky, still low, and... Read more →