Poetry

“The Waves” – Virginia Woolf

Beneath my eyes opensβ€”a book; I see to the bottom;

the heartβ€”I see to the depths. I know what loves are

trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes

hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love;

love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart.

I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

 

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