mother-bliss

Updated: July 2, 2025

And Myra herself, that charming presence to infold his life He would go walking through the golden October park, by little leaf-strewn paths under the wild and sun-soaked foliage, with many vistas every way of luring mystery, and over all the earth the rich opulent mother-bliss of harvest, and his heart would ache, ache within him, ache for his own harvests, ache like the sun for the earth, the man for the woman.

James Oppenheim - The Nine-Tenths