Thomas Pynchon Quotes
Through Rain...then Through Dreaming Glass, Green With The Evening. And Herself In Chair, Old-fashioned, Bonneted, Looking West Over The Deck Of Earth, Inferno Red At Its Edges, And Further In The Brown And Gold Clouds...
Then, Suddenly, Night: The Empty Rocking Chair Lit Staring Chalk Blue By--is It The Moon, Or Some Other Light In The Sky? Just The Hard Chair, Empty Now, In The Very Clear Night, And This Cold Light Coming Down...
The Images Go, Flowering, In And Out, Some Lovely, Some Just Awful...but She's Snuggled In Here With Her Lamb, Her Roger, And How She Loves The Line Of His Neck All At Once So---why There It Is Right There, The Back Of His Bumpy Head Like A Boy Of Ten's. She Kisses Him Up And Down The Sour Salt Reach Of Skin That's Taken Her So, Taken Her Nightlit Along This High Tendoning, Kisses Him Like Kisses Were Flowing Breath Itself, And Never Ending.
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