the leaves, the wind

"It is a delicious thing to write,
to be no longer yourself
but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.
Today, for instance,
as man and woman, both lover and mistress,
I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves,
and I was also the horses,
the leaves, the wind,
the words my people uttered,
even the red sun that made them almost close
their love-drowned eyes."

Gustave Flaubert


  1. Beautiful. I get it completely. :)

  2. Right?! I need to put this somewhere I can see it every day. It really inspired me.

  3. I was reading about him just yesterday. One gets the idea he was this big social character, but in fact he never married and lived like a monk.

    And did you know he studied law?

  4. I love that you just happened to be reading up on Flaubert. ;) I had no idea he studied law! Nor that he was monk-ish - to the extent I'd thought about him at all, you're right, I had the sense that he was some sort of well-off, well-known socialite. I don't know, I have this vision of him gesturing enthusiastically at salons. And bearing a moustache. (Which, I'm pleased to see after a brief Google search, he has. At least there's that!) :)

  5. What I read was an excerpt from this great overview of his life and thoughts on writing.

    And it turns out, when you read the whole thing, that you're right about him being a well-known socialite - every few weeks he'd take off from his village and hang out in Paris with a bunch of authors.

    Not a bad life at all.

  6. P.S. For the proper link, trim the first half of it, which Blogger seems to enjoy tacking onto everything.