Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
—Henry James, as quoted by Edith Wharton in her autobiography, A Backward Glance
—Henry James, as quoted by Edith Wharton in her autobiography, A Backward Glance
Define the words as the field
wherein the lolling calf distracted fixates
on the middle distance while the summer afternoon distills
and becomes mother’s lapping tongue and agreeable teat
dribbling
goo so thick it sets up smooth and waxy, mollifying
desire for anything more.
wherein the lolling calf distracted fixates
on the middle distance while the summer afternoon distills
and becomes mother’s lapping tongue and agreeable teat
dribbling
goo so thick it sets up smooth and waxy, mollifying
desire for anything more.
