#Margo Shohl Rosen

[majestativa]

I was horrified at the idea of losing my solitude.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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If death is in your kiss, O my beloved, […] let death after death flow into my body and into my soul, until you utterly destroy all that I once was!

— Fyodor Sologub, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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Lovely temptress.

— Fyodor Sologub, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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As a priestess enters a temple, she came into the chamber, so beautiful and sinless, that it made my eyes ache.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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Your lips’ sweet blade.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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And her delicate hand in rings respire ancient myths. Entranced by her strange proximity, I peer beyond her veil, and see enchanted distances, and enchanted lands.

— Alexander Blok, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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... burning with the great rapture of poisoned love.

— Fyodor Sologub, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

[majestativa]

Our bodies clinging like a pair of greedy snakes!

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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She’s as cold as a snake. […] She caresses me in her coils, And strangles me in her hold.

— Zinaida Gippius, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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O thrice-great Orpheus, [...] so many years have passed since you lost Eurydice. Can it be that even now your inconsolable heart still yearns for her?

— Aleksandr Kondratiev, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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You are darkness; we are the light born from it. You are the possibility of life; we are life itself.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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I see a woman. Her magical, terrible eyes hurled passion, like a flame, into my soul.

— Alexander Blok, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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All feminine and human charms united in this one woman whom I […] so often called my own.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

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There are moments when the human soul is freed from the force of its gravity, from all the fetters imposed upon it by heredity and upbringing, from all the external influences that ordinarily condition our will: from fear of judgment, from the dread of public opinion, and so forth. In these moments our desires and deeds submit only to the primitive, natural inclinations of our own being.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

[majestativa]

We will take our burning lights to catacombs, deserts and caves.

— Valery Bryusov, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence : Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)

[majestativa]

We sense the unknown, in our hearts.

— Dmitry Merezhkovsky, The Dedalus Book of Russian Decadence: Perversity, Despair and Collapse, transl by Kristen Lodge, Margo Shohl Rosen & Grigory Dashevsky, (2007)