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Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Spring fragments.
Sandra Kantanen (Finnish, b. 1974, Helsinki, Finland) - Forest series, 2019, Photography
I like her and I like being with her, and the splendourāshe shines with a candle-lit radiance, stalking on legs like beech trees, pink glowing, grape clustered, pearl hung.
Virginia Woolf describing Vita Sackville-West in a diary entry dated 21 December 1925, featured in A Writerās Diary
Adam Zagajewski, āTry to Praise the Mutilated Worldā, Without End: New and Selected Poems
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āTry to praise the mutilated world. Remember Juneās long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosĆ© wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. Youāve seen the refugees going nowhere, youāve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earthās scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.ā
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D. H. Lawrence, from his novel titled "Lady Chatterley's Lover," published in 1928
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Hiba Abu Nada, from I Grant You Refuge (trans. Huda Fakhreddine)
Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old.
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I grant you refuge
from hurt and suffering.
With words of sacred scripture
I shield the oranges from the sting of phosphorous and the shades of cloud from the smog.
I grant you refuge in knowing
that the dust will clear,
and they who fell in love and died together
will one day laugh. /End ID ]
[ PT: Hiba Abu Nada was a novelist, poet, and educator. She wrote this poem on Oct. 10th, 2023. She died a martyr, killed in her home in south Gaza by an Israeli raid on Oct. 20th, 2023. She was 32 years old. /End PT ]
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āYou were as deep down as Iāve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.ā
ā Marilyn Hacker, fromĀ āNearly a Valedictionā featured in A Strangerās Mirror: New & Selected Poems 1994 - 2014 (via watchoutforintellect)
ā Sylvia Plath, "Years"
I hope you're doing well!! do you have discord by any chance? I'd like to keep in contact with you more often š
omgggg sorry i didnāt see this but yes my discord is spaceyjl !!! iām always displayed as offline bc of the ffxiv servers iām in lol it just gets overwhelming if a lot of ppl are talking to me at once but yeah iād love to talk to you more!!!! ššššš
āThe moon like a clear mirror rises from the great void. When it has climbed high in the sky, moonlit frost glitters on the chrysanthemums.ā
ā Tu Fu, tr. Kenneth Rexroth, from āStars and moon on the riverā