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― Bright Star (2009) Keats: Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.
“Sei bella come una rosa bianca in mezzo a mille rose rosse”
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And no birds sing...
And no birds sing..
"You are different."
"How so?"
"Look at everyone else. They are merely words, but you... you are poetry."
– Timothy Joshua
— Ernest Hemingway
love in the midst of hopelessness.
“i love you, honeybear”, father john misty / from a letter to franny brawne, john keats (1820) / “patricia”, florence and the machine / from a letter to gustave flaubert, george sand (1870) / “(with) or the art of innocence”, hélène cixous reader
D. H. Lawrence, from “The Rainbow,” originally publ. c. 1915
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems
[Text ID: it’s April / no May / it’s May // such little things have to be established in morning]
We are all stardust and stories.
— Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea
“I wish you to know
that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
W.B Yeats
e.e. cummings, from “puella mea” (from Tulips), Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “April feet like sudden flowers and all her body filled with May)”]
I don't know why but every time entering a library feels like returning home
— Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, 21 July 1882
[text ID: What I want and have as my aim is infernally difficult to achieve, and yet I don't think I am raising my sights too high. I want to make drawings that touch some people.]
“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (listen)
