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beautiful trees bathed in soft afternoon light
A mural of a forest in the South Bronx, New York. Captured by Thomas Hoepker, 1983
Mural Art by Alan Sonfist, 1978. The building still exists, however the mural is no longer there
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what are ur fave poems of all-time?
hi 💌 here are some:
“Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde
“Tired” by Langston Hughes
“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” by Emily Dickinson
“When the Pawn…” by Fiona Apple
“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott
“Mayakovsky” by Frank O'Hara
“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings
“New Year's Eve Prayer” by Jeff Buckley
“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
“In this short Life that only lasts an hour” by Emily Dickinson
“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath
“We Have Not Long to Love” by Tennessee Williams
“A great Hope fell” by Emily Dickinson
“Poem” by Langston Hughes
“Baudelaire” by Delmore Schwartz
“Sometimes I Pretend” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“Yellow” by Anne Sexton
“What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon” by Mary Oliver
“Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath
“Sapphics” by William Faulkner
“Summer Morning” by Mary Oliver
“You Are Tired (I Think)” by E. E. Cummings
“Sifter” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“Emergency Management” by Camille Rankine
“Thanksgiving 2006” by Ocean Vuong
“Litany” by Langston Hughes
“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sassoon
“Richard Cory” by Edwin Arlington Robinson
“I heard a Fly buzz - when I died” by Emily Dickinson
“Warning” by Jenny Joseph
“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings
“Love Sorrow” by Mary Oliver
“My Heart” by Frank O'Hara
“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)” by Warsan Shire
“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” by Richard Siken
“Limited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochure” by Marge Piercy
“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass
“Mad Girl's Love Song” by Sylvia Plath
“The Century’s Decline” by Wislawa Szymborska
“A Primer For The Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken
“Unpainted Door” by Louise Glück
“Spring Torrents” by Sara Teasdale
“Spring has come back again” by Rainer Maria Rilke
“Homesickness” by Marina Tsvetaeva
“Don't Hesitate” by Mary Oliver
“There's a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson
“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan
“Rain” by Roberto Bolaño
“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song” by Mary Oliver
“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan
“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles
“Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman
Winona Ryder on the set of Bram Stoker's Dracula
“Now, style. This passage here, where the prince turns to the audience and begins his monologue on action and inaction. It’s a nice speech, but he doesn’t sound, well, troubled enough. ‘To act or not to act? This is my problem.’ I would say not ‘my problem’ but ‘the question. That is the question.’ You see what I mean? It’s not so much his individual problem as it is the whole question of existence. The question whether to be or not to be…”
— an imagined conversation between Shakespeare and his editor from Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco (1932–2016)
Love women who love the brine of life...Pickles, Olives, pickled jalapeños, sun-dried tomatoes, pickled ginger, pepperoncini, kimchi, pickled red onions
Jogni (nature goddess or spirit). Her dwelling place is marked by red cloth and votive offerings of trishuls (tridents) and other metal objects such as sickles. Forest near Diyar. Indian Himalayas.
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Contender to be one of the best anecdote ever said
my wound salt that I keep beside my bed
*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool
The devil within… my sofa
2010