Summer Interlude (1951)
As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away…
–Emily Dickinson
Summer Interlude (1951)
As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away…
–Emily Dickinson
Through a Glass Darkly (1961)
It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago…
― Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night