death & the maiden because there emerges from your strong and beautiful hand, like a brooch of mystical diamonds, / the most intoxicating lily of death. delmira agustini — to eros
my dearest reader, February is a month of free-falling. the body of me splinters against the saltwater of its' mouth: I myself become tidal, torn and reconstructed like the ceaseless flux of the waves. I die; again and again I die, only to find myself resurrected among sharp and caliginous blooms. eighty-five leagues separate me from the sea — even so, I feel myself sway, attuned to the fickle moods of the moon.
INDEX one...............for february's tears two.........first quarter : friday 1–7 three.....second quarter : friday 8–14 four......third quarter : friday 15–21 five.......last quarter : friday 22-28 six......a letter to rosalía de castro seven.................shelf selections eight.....odds & ends & ill-fit things