PHOTOGRAPHY > consorting with Nathaniel Hawthorne

Tryst

Just outside the Porto del Popolo
enjoyment excited the poet’s mind.
A strange idea to construct illusions required
a piercing, thrilling, delicious kind of fever.
Some nooks of ancient pleasure
lit up the beauty of her face.
An impulse revealed great mischief
and her soul glimpsed sin before sanctity.

“Dance!” “Dance!”