Man Ray- James Joyce, Paris, 1922
The verses told only of the night and the balmy breeze and the maiden lustre of the moon. Some undefined sorrow was hidden in the hearts of the protagonists as they stood in silence beneath the leafless trees and when the moment of farewell had come the kiss, which had been withheld by one, was given by both.
A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN by james joyce (via ordinaryeternalmachinery)
