Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.
Angela CarterTag: poetic-prose
NU S-AR FI AȘTEPTAT CA SUFLETUL LUI SĂ CUNOASCĂ ASTFEL DE TRĂIRI.
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MELANIE SE SIMȚEA UȘOR VINOVATĂ CĂ NU-I PUTEA ÎMPĂRTĂȘI SENTIMENTELE CU ACEEAȘI INTENSITATE.
DUPĂ UNA DINTRE URECHI ȚINEA O ȚIGARĂ RULATĂ DE MÂNĂ, FUMATĂ PE JUMĂTATE ȘI APOI STINSĂ DIN CARE SE SCURGEAU FRÂNTURI DE HÂRTIE ȘI TUTUN.
Angela CarterIn the dewy wood tinselled with bewildering moonlight, the bumbling, tumbling babies of the fairy creche trip over the hem of her dress, which is no more nor less than the margin of the wood itself; they stumble in the tangled grass as they play with the coneys, the quick brown fox-cubs, the russet fieldmice and the wee scraps of grey voles, blind velvet Mole and striped Brock with his questing snout - all the denizens of the woodland are her embroiderings, and the birds flutter round her head, settle on her shoulders and make their nests in her great abundance of disordered hair, in which are plaited poppies and ears of wheat.
Angela CarterMy fays shall lullaby you as we cuddle up on my mattress of dandelion down.
Angela CarterYour thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.
Angela CarterThe earth turned on the pivot of her mouth.
Angela CarterEverything went black in the shocking folds of his embrace. She was very startled and near to sobbing.
'Caw, caw,' echoed his raincoat.
'Don't be frightened,' he said. 'It is only poor Finn, who will do you no harm.'
She recovered herself a little, though she was still trembling. She could see her own face reflected in little in the black pupils of his subaqueous eyes. She still looked the same. She saluted herself. He was only a little taller than she and their eyes were almost level. Remotely, she wished him three inches taller. Or four. She felt the warm breath from his wild beast's mouth softly, against her cheek. She did not move. Stiff, wooden, and unresponsive, she stood in his arms and watched herself in his eyes. It was a comfort to see herself as she thought she looked.
'Oh, get it over with, get it over with,' she urged furiously under her breath.
He was grinning like Pan in a wood. He kissed her, closing his eyes so that she could not see herself any more. His lips were wet and rough, cracked. It might have been anybody, kissing her, and besides, she did not know him well, if at all. She wondered why he was doing this, putting his mouth on her own undesiring one, softly moving his body against her. What was the need? She felt a long way away from him, and superior, also.
Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.
Angela CarterShe stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky...
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