Free, smoking, risen from violet fogs
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'I who bored through the wall of the reddening sky which bears a sweetmeat good poets find delicious: lichens of sunlight mixed with azure snot; who ran, speckled with tiny electric moons, a crazy plank with black sea-horses for escort, when Julys were crushing with cudgel blows
skies of ultramarine into burning funnels;'.
'But, truly, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter: sharp love has swollen me up with intoxicating torpor. O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!'.
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Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775 - 1851) - Port Vimieux
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'I who bored through the wall of the reddening sky which bears a sweetmeat good poets find delicious: lichens of sunlight mixed with azure snot; who ran, speckled with tiny electric moons, a crazy plank with black sea-horses for escort, when Julys were crushing with cudgel blows
skies of ultramarine into burning funnels;'.
'But, truly, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter: sharp love has swollen me up with intoxicating torpor. O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!'.
[699x479]Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775 - 1851) - Port Vimieux
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