Black Soul

Nebună speranţă .

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing”

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947”

Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “The Witch of Atlas” (written in 1820 and published posthumously in 1824)

[onutaa]

[romanian-goddess]

[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/frachella/

[ladybug-stims-deactivated202106]

[the-meaninglessness-of-existence]

[fuckindiva]

Anne Sexton, Jesus Summons Forth

[fungusamongusblog2]

@vladis.yarotskiy

[adrasteiax]

“(…) the snowflakes’ slow descent, like hundreds of feathers feathering down.”

— Han Kang, from Door in “The White Book” [translated by Deborah Smith]

[adrasteiax]

“They kissed at the edge of death.”

— Eavan Boland, from Once in “Against Love Poetry”

[adrasteiax]

“This vanishing fragility, this oppressive weight of beauty.”

— Han Kang, from Blizzard in “The White Book” [translated by Deborah Smith]

[adrasteiax]

“My skin. I’m stone. Ice. Fire…”

— Anna Akhmatova, from The Year Nineteen Thirteen in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]

[adrasteiax]

“Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Wild Swans in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”

[adrasteiax]

“And the soul of the rose went into my blood,”

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, from Maud in “Tennyson: Poems”

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

soliloquy of the solipsist, sylvia plath

[existential-celestial]

“To be lit up from within / vein by vein / To be the sun”

— Margaret Atwood, from “Eating Fire” in Selected Poems I: 1965-1975