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Jules of Nature
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cherry valley forever
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musings on grief
Lisa Marie Basile, Nick Alm, Callista Buchen, Max Porter, Gustav Klimt, Fortesa Latifi, Safet Zec, Anna Akhmatova, Chen Chen, Sergey Andriyaka, Anne Carson, Svetlana Tartakovska, Max Porter, Lindsey Kustusch, Patrick Kavanagh
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"Silentium", Fyodor Tyutchev (translated by John Cournos)
Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it's always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.
'You took away all the oceans and all the room', Osip Mandelstam (translated by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin)
Hovhannes Tumanyan, "In slumber's grasp..." (translated by metamorphesque)
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)
"White Night", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
"I won't beg for your love ...", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
"Your Name", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
“some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea”
— Ocean Vuong, from ‘My Father Writes From Prison’, Night Sky With Exit Wounds
Marie Lambrexhe - Nénuphars (detail)
“The rain, the lightning. The river town, the fireworks off the dock. Someone will run through a lawn sprinkler, someone else open a hydrant. Someone will pull you from the fire, someone else wrap you in flames.”
— Kim Addonizio, ‘The Givens’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
“That is the secret of poetry. We burn in the woman we adore, we burn in the thought we espouse, we burn in the landscape that moves us.”
— Milan Kundera, from The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting (Alfred A. Knopf, 1980)
