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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 splendour—she 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 Writer’s Diary
Adam Zagajewski, “Try to Praise the Mutilated World”, Without End: New and Selected Poems
[ID: poem text reading,
“Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé 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. You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere, you’ve 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 earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.”
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D. H. Lawrence, from his novel titled "Lady Chatterley's Lover," published in 1928
Apr. 8 2024 Eclipse
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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.
[ ID: Black text on a white background, which reads: 5.
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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Georges Hobeika Fall 2023 Couture
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“You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.”
— Marilyn Hacker, from “Nearly a Valediction” featured in A Stranger’s Mirror: New & Selected Poems 1994 - 2014 (via watchoutforintellect)
— 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 💞
omgggg sorry i didn’t see this but yes my discord is spaceyjl !!! i’m always displayed as offline bc of the ffxiv servers i’m in lol it just gets overwhelming if a lot of ppl are talking to me at once but yeah i’d love to talk to you more!!!! 💕💗💓💘💖
“The moon like a clear mirror rises from the great void. When it has climbed high in the sky, moonlit frost glitters on the chrysanthemums.”
— Tu Fu, tr. Kenneth Rexroth, from “Stars and moon on the river”