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Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 3h

Imagine—Virginia Woolf was lunching but postponed at the last moment. I was so curious to see her, because of her books and Romaine’s talk of her.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 7h

Do you miss me at all? The best of lovers have something of the accountant in them and seek a slight return.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 7h

and with all my knowledge I possessed you as deeply and as actually as if you had been there . . . that blinding lightening—like possession too swift, too acutely felt

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 7h

I look very pretty but I feel 85

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 20h

What fool said I was a 'poseuse'? It's too laughable. How could one be, darling? I've learnt so much that I've even lost vanity and no longer indulge in those 'emergency seductions' that I used to, where any admiration amused me.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

Poetry—like music—breaks too sweetly on one's sensibilities and memories.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

What has been your mood lately? Too tired & busy even to be unfaithful to me?

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

Une horloge paresseuse vient de sonner minuit lentement. J'aime la nuit car on y est à l'abri de la vie, ne trouvez-vous pas?

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

Why do I wait? Yet the waiting is sweet & in no way lessens my desire. Will your love outlast this delay?

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

And it was nice walking amongst those endless, pearly, naked women. I feel a little like an aesthetic young bachelor doing the Grand Tour!

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 1d

you have become such a spirit that there is no slipping a hand into your tender palm, no pressing of sister lips.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

but the feature that strikes one is the mouth—a full round mouth, a pretty girl’s mouth in that spinster face. It is so young, young like her skin that is smooth and soft.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

Then as the evening wore on they paled to natural softness and one remarked the young wrist amongst other things. They aren’t Valentine hands like mine or petals like yours—but they have a beauty of sensitiveness and delicacy

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

Nous errerons (si ce mot existe) dans le crépuscule d'hiver tranquillement, sachant tout, disant peu, et après mon départ, vous ne saurez pas si c'était moi—ou l'ombre de ma présence qui vous a accompagné

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

Natalie dearest, Natalie darling
I’m going to spend the day in the country—take lunch at a farm house & drink the ‘unquenchable milky streams’ of Madame Mardrus’ Arcadian cows!

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

Poetry—like music—breaks too sweetly on one's sensibilities and memories.

Dolly Wilde @dollywilde.bsky.social · 2d

I want to thank you for the bouquet, the pleasure is indescribable—like all enchantment & there is something sad about being unable to tell the secret of pleasure.