Encircled By Light

 

“Then Jinny came. She flashed her fire over the tree. She was like a crinkled poppy, febrile, thirsty with the desire to drink dry dust. Darting, angular, not in the least impulsive, she came prepared. So little flames zig-zag over the cracks in the dry earth. She made the willows dance, but not with illusion; for she saw nothing that was not there. It was a tree; there was the river; it was afternoon; here we were…she in green. There was no past, no future; merely the moment in its ring of light, and our bodies, and the inevitable climax; the ecstasy.”

 –From The Waves by Virginia Woolf, pg 252. (I finished the book, loved it; it is both fiction and poetry.)

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