My hands,
Open the curtains of your being,
Clothe you in a further nudity,
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body.
Octavio
Paz
A
POET TO HIS BELOVED
I bring you with
reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams;
White woman that passion has worn,
As the tide wears the dove-gray sands.
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
William
Butler Yeats
Choices
of Nepthys, New York“Nephthys is the bringer of
dreams, and associated with the outer edges of territory,
night and the unknown. She possesses tremendous magick
powers.”
