publishes a novel, "Le Visage émerveillé" ["The Wonderful Face" ?] in 1904.  If you've read it, let me know.  Her poetry is sometimes included in lists of "Sapphic interest." 



Detail, Anna de Noailles by Philip Alexius de Laszlo (1913).

My friend D called. 

"I've been worried sick about you," he said in that laconic Midwestern way that suggests nothing of the sort.  "What with you clinging to your guns and your religion," he explained.

"There have been some questions about my reading Eckart Tolle," I admitted.

"I should think so," D agreed, as though surprised the situation wasn't worse than I was letting on.

"Of course," I countered, "if you're coming to his work from a background in Metaphysics or the New Thought Movement or Science of Mind, he's pretty accessible."

"And kind of dry and pedantic," D. offered. 

"You think?"

"Last two chapters are the good part.  But you have to read all the rest of it first."

"I think I'll wait 'til I've finished to talk about it," I said diplomatically.

"Dry," he repeated.

"The ego will resist anything that threatens its existence."

"Pedantic."

"You're not being very open to the notion of ego-transcendence."

"I'm not the one who's bitter," he replied knowingly.