Wordie: Limpid: Comments

Comment by knitandpurl, about 1 month ago

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 18:26:53 +0000

"Then in the depths of this name the castle mirrored in its lake had faded, and what now became apparent to me, surrounding Mme de Guermantes as her dwelling, had been her house in Paris, the Hôtel de Guermantes, limpid like its name, for no material and opaque element intervened to interrupt and occlude its transparency."
--The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, Revised by D.J. Enright, p 9 of the Modern Library paperback edition

Comment by knitandpurl, 8 months ago

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 03:38:46 +0000

"Sweet Sunday afternoons beneath the chestnut-tree in the garden at Combray, carefully purged by me of every commonplace incident of my personal existence, which I had replaced with a life of strange aspirations and adventures in a land watered with living streams, you still recall that life to me when I think of you, and you embody it in effect by virtue of having gradually encircled and enclosed it—while I went on with my reading and the heat of the day declined—in the crystalline succession, slowly changing and dappled with foliage, of your silent, sonorous, fragrant, limpid hours."
-- Swann's Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, pp 94-95 of the Vintage International paperback edition

Comment by brtom, about 1 year ago

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 12:40:55 +0000

Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous
Whitman, "I Sing the Body Electric"