#poetically
Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you,
partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles
take on before people and statuary.
—Frank O'Hara, Having A Coke With You.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other’s way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
—Oscar Wilde, The Ballad Of Reading Gaol.
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol.