Wings, 1927
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Wings, 1927
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I’ve forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I’ve forgotten them, and now I’m talking to you without them. […] I wish I could find the words I laid aside, to tell you that. And now some of them are coming back to me. I wanted to tell you what I think, which is that one always ought to keep oneself a place, yes, that’s the word, a private place, where one can be alone and love. To love one knows not what, nor whom, nor how, nor for how long. To love… now all the words are suddenly coming back… To set aside a place inside oneself to wait, you never know, to wait for a love, perhaps for a love without a person attached to it yet, but for that and only that. For love. I wanted to tell you you were what I had waited for. You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.
Marguerite Duras, from Emily L. transl. by Barbara Bray (Pantheon Books, 1987)
Emerging from an Abyss, and re-entering it—that is Life, is it not, Dear?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert Dickinson (via aegeane)
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Bedroom by Atelier Martine, in lifestyle store designed by Paul Poiret
As part of National Poetry Month, we’re sharing poetry-related objects from our collection. This early verrerie parlante (“speaking” glass) is enameled with lines from a poem by the Romantic poet Théophile Gautier (1811–1872): “La pluie au bassin fait des bulles/Les hirondelles sur le toît/Tiennent des conciliabules/Voici l’hiver, voici le froid” (The rain splashes in the basin; The swallows on the roof hold secret gatherings: Winter is here, cold is here). As in other verreries parlantes, the decoration is directly inspired by the quotation, which was chosen by Gallé.
La pluie au bassin fait des bulles (The rain splashes in the basin), Emile Gallé, Nancy, France, 1889. Gift of The Honorable and Mrs. Amory Houghton, by exchange. 85.3.13.
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Tamara Dean (Australian, b. 1976, Sydney, Australia) - Emerge, 2015 Photograph on Archival Fibre based Cotton Rag
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Nicola Kloosterman.
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Herbert Ponting :: Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1911-1913, 5 Jan. 1911. Silver gelatin print
Photographic Archive, Alexander Turnbull Library / src: National Library of NZ
Hugo Erfurth. The dancer Sent M'Ahesa 1928
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