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Moonrise, June 19, 1876.

"So clack your tongue, unhallowed angelus! Start gibbering the profane vespers! Shriek back the godless antiphon! I will join in with you! For I am obscenely consecrated! I, Selda, am the immaculate bride of Hell!" --Harry Hervey, The Damned Don't Cry (1939)

St. Jerome and the Lion.

"The Dead

The graves grow deeper.
The dead are more dead each night.

Under the elms and the rain of leaves,
The graves grow deeper.

The dark folds of the wind
Cover the ground. The night is cold.

The leaves are swept against the stones.
The dead are more dead each night.

A starless dark embraces them.
Their faces dim.

We cannot remember them
Clearly enough. We never will."

--Mark Strand, Reasons for Moving (1968)

"You hurtle..."