“Love is an attempt to penetrate another being, but it can only be realized if the surrender is mutual.”
Octavio Paz, 'The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other Writings'
Winter
The tree still bends over the lake,
And I try to recall our love,
Our love which had a thousand leaves.
Sheila Wingfield, Collected Poems: 1938-1983
Octavio Paz, 'The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other Writings'
Winter
The tree still bends over the lake,
And I try to recall our love,
Our love which had a thousand leaves.
Sheila Wingfield, Collected Poems: 1938-1983
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