Soudain trop approchés.
Quelque chose
dont on nous tenait
à une distance mystérieusement favorable et mesurée. Le mouvement de son esprit.
But there would be no anxious angels telling them:
------Heaven is the perfect picture
of a monarchy ; and there would be
no fires burning ----
But in wich I might have stepped
Nor any in the sky except
FOUNTAINS OF IMAGINATION.
I would paint a different kind
of Paradise,
in scenes like that.
Not like Dante.
But discovering a COMMEDIA.
K.M.
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