Lisa Corva

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In the woods of the twilight.

Friday, 7 September 2012 @07:15

"The clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you…
You should be out by the orchard, where violets secretly darken the earth,
Or there in the woods of the twilight, with northern wind flowers shaken aster.
Think of me here in the library…"
(D.H. Lawrence)
Think of me. Here on this page, on this laptop, on this phone, I see only clouds: clouds bringing me towards you.

I've never read D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. But l like these few verses, soft in the twilight hour.


Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.