Caress
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
That weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
-Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849),
To Helen
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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