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Rimantas Dichavičius

In the meadow of Smilgai. 1965.

From the series "Rings among the flowers".

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Irek Mukhamedov (Romeo) and Viviana Durante (Juliet) in Romeo and Juliet (The Royal Ballet, 1992)

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De fördömda kvinnornas (1976), dir. Ingmar Bergman

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Larsen Sotelo

Memories and Dreams, 2022

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The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?

John Keats, from Complete Poems; "To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned"

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haiku #11, tathev simonyan

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“When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”

— Czeslaw Milosz, “I Sleep A Lot” (via lesgardenias)

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Georgia O'Keeffe’s Hands, 1920. Alfred Stieglitz.

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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.

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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.