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My head is a howling wilderness.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to her mother featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via imelanievanessa)
The Young Bather by Gustave Courbet, European Paintings
H. O. Havemeyer Collection, Bequest of Mrs. H. O. Havemeyer, 1929 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Oil on canvas
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436003
The progress of a solar eclipse. This Changing World. 1933. Internet Archive
Li Shang-Yin, tr. by John A. Turner, from “A Golden Treasury of Chinese Poetry: 121 Classical Poems,”
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...my friend the moon rises: she is beautiful tonight, but when is she not beautiful?
Louise Glück, From Averno; “October”
— “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
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