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Jean-Antoine Watteau, Les deux cousines, 1617
Hans Baldung Grien, Death and the Maiden, 1518-1520
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien: Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme. — Arthur Rimbaud
Hendrick Andriezsoon, Vanitas, c.1600-1650
Rogier van der Weyden, Mary Magdalene (right panel of the Braque Triptych), c.1450
Caravaggio, Medusa (2nd version), 1597-98
A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy grew in my mind, which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes, as though my thoughts hissed and spat on my scalp. My bride’s breath soured, stank in the grey bags of my lungs. I’m foul mouthed now, foul tongued, yellow fanged. There are bullet tears in my eyes. Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love, perfect man, Greek God, my own; but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray from home. So better by far for me if you were stone. I glanced at a buzzing bee, a dull grey pebble fell to the ground. I glanced at a singing bird, a handful of dusty gravel spattered down. I looked at a ginger cat, a housebrick shattered a bowl of milk. I looked at a snuffling pig, a boulder rolled in a heap of shit. I stared in the mirror. Love gone bad showed me a Gorgon. I stared at a dragon. Fire spewed from the mouth of a mountain. And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue and your girls, your girls. Wasn’t I beautiful? Wasn’t I fragrant and young? Look at me now.
Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa, 1999
Hendrick ter Brugghen, Melancholia, 1627-1628
Eilif Petersen, Autumn Evening, 1878
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night
Sylvia Plath, Jacob’s Room, 1922
Rembrandt van Rijn, Lucretia, 1664
Jacques Emile Blanche, Lady Victoria Majorie Harriet Manners, later Marchioness of Anglesey, 1909-12
Various Storms & Saints - Florence + The Machine
I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe Hold on to your heart, don't give it away
Alphonse Osbert (1957-1939), Deux femmes au bord de la mer
Il y a toujours quelque chose d’absent qui me tourmente. — Camille Claudel
Andrea Vaccaro, The Penitent Magdalene, 1630-70
John William Waterhouse, "I Am Half-Sick of Shadows," Said the Lady of Shalott, 1915
Arnold Böcklin - Die Nacht (1870)