"Poetry survives because it haunts and it haunts because it is simultaneously utterly clear and deeply mysterious; because it cannot be entirely accounted for, it cannot be exhausted." — Louise Glück
Kat, late 20s, cat mom to Keats, eighteenth-centuryist, Virginia Woolf enthusiast
This beautiful gilt illustration caught our eye, in our 1874 purple cloth binding of Richard Wagner and the music of the future : history and aesthetics.
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