Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay
this is what best friends are for.
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
Woodland cottage, Blaise Castle by George Evans.
by Elizabeth Elder
Melancholy by Joseph Middeleer (Belgian, 1865-1934)
Gunilla Lindblad wearing a Mongul Anne KLein coat, photo by Zachariasen Vogue 1970
Larry Levis, from "Winter Stars."
Oh shit. Sally Field kinda went off here. “The garment you knit for yourself as a child.” Might have to read her memoir now.
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José Saramago, Cain
To be alone with you
The natural cycles of myth and their literary correlates (according to Northrop Frye)
Northrop Frye, 'The Archetypes of Literature' (1951)
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A STUDY OF DOLLS, 1897, Stanley G. Hall & A. Caswell Lewis
“A pack of wild fathers combs the mountain at night crying like children. Many daughters gather for the hunt. They lie in the grass with nets and throwing stars. They pierce the predators who want the fathers for themselves. They lie in wait for the fathers, grief-roaming, until one breaks from the pack and leaves the others. A lone father is easier to catch. A lone father wants a daughter to find him.”
— Katie Schmid, “Daughter Psalms,” published in Quarterly West