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Men smell of leather. … The leather of huntsmen, furniture movers, porters.

— Renée Vivien

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Goddess who delights in the ruin of the rose,
Prolong the night!

Évocations (1903)

Under the sun the summer grasses fade.
The rose, expiring after the harsh ravage
Of the heat, languishes toward the shade.
Sleep drips from the foliage.

Sapho (1903)

Just once in my life a man tried to embrace me. It was horrible! He had big boots, a heavy belt, huge gloves. Faugh! Oh, let's not talk about men.

[Charles Brun] was so charming that I always write to him as "My dear Charlotte!"

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