Beata Beatrix – Dante Gabriel Rossetti
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim:
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
May summer never end…
Let’s talk it over.
Before the sun goes down…
All photographs: ©Lisa Chapman 2016
Photograph: Laura Mulleavy
Chopin’s grave, where the muse of music, Euterpe, weeps as she contemplates a broken lyre. Père-Lachaise Cemetery, Paris
Photograph: Lisa Chapman
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance