“When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via lesgardenias)

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“When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via lesgardenias)
Georgia O'Keeffe’s Hands, 1920. Alfred Stieglitz.
Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; ‘Tableaux Parisiens’ from 'Dancing Death’, tr. Walter Martin
TEXT ID: The all-embracing arms of dancing Death Will sweep you off your feet to parts unknown.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
by Wallace Stevens
I. Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II. I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV. A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. V. I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. VI. Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. VII. O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you? VIII. I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. IX. When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles. X. At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. XI. He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds. XII. The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. XIII. It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
Jean-Baptiste Bertrand - "Ophelia" (1872)
"To our fortune or misfortune", Gennady Shpalikov (translated by Alexander Givental)
"По несчастью или к счастью, / Истина проста: / Никогда не возвращайся / В прежние места."
Pola Esther, “Dream About a Dream (Lovers)”
i like lovers i like weirdos i like rooting for those who have already lost
Auguste Rodin: Eternal Springtime (1884)
Laure Albin-Guillot • Untitled, 1927
kate kretz, une femme d’un certain âge, 2014
(grey hair of many women, hand embroidered on black cotton)
The Lady of Elche, sometimes interpreted as an Atlantean priestess, is also believed to be related to the Carthaginian goddess Tanit. Greco-Iberian bust from Alicante (αρχαία Ελίκη), Spain, c.400-350 BC.
Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘Decreation: How Women Like Sappho, Marguerite Porete and Simone Weil Tell God’
TEXT ID: pan tolmaton: all is to be dared.
Wednesday’s Kiss ~ Good Morning, Love ~ 1920s Biederer Postcards
— Euripides, Medea