“The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day. Let us depart, my muse! Beyond an anxious prow, the sea stretches itself out…” — Delmira Agustini Copy Share Image
“…We love each other like this!… On my bed all in white, So white and vaporous like the flower of innocence, Like the froth… — Delmira Agustini Copy Share Image
“…She wanders with her sad mouth And the grand mystery of amber eyes, Across the night, toward forgetfulness Like a star, fugitive and white.… — Delmira Agustini Copy Share Image
“The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day. Let us depart, my muse!… — Delmira Agustini Copy Share Image
