ilyadeux (user #1163)
Log in for details.Canadian, living in Paris and trying to learn French, spending too much time staring out the window and too little time with my nose in a book.
September 1, 1939 W.H. Auden Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.