"Once again I saw through the windows those sickly trees of the deserted square - saw the open sea, crossed so often that winter, shivering on the deck of the steamer wet with drizzle and blackened from the fumes - with my poor wandering beloved, decked out in traveller’s clothes, a long dress, dull as the dust of the roads, a coat clinging damply to her cold shoulders, one of those straw hats with no feather and hardly any ribbons that wealthy ladies throw away upon arrival, mangled as they are by the sea, and that poor loved ones refurbish for many another season. Around her neck was wound the terrible handkerchief that one waves when saying goodbye forever."
written by Stéphane Mallarmé (via antl3rs)
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