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photo of Mooney Falls from around 1907

Havasupai woman seated in doorway of wickiup made from small trees, brush, reeds and earth; peach orchard blooms in background, sandstone canyon wall behind. - Curtis - 1903

The Havasupai people (Havasupai: Havsuw’ Baaja) are an American Indian tribe who have lived in the Grand Canyon for at least the past 800 years.[1]Havasu means “blue-green water” and pai “people”.

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Crossing log bridge, Havasupai Canyon, Arizona Photographer: Carl Werntz Date: 1900? Negative Number 037569

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Yoko Ono (via reddit)

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Widow. The word consumes itself –

Sylvia Plath, “Widow,” from The Collected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

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A woman wails, boo hoo, mourning her man Shut up, shame on you, don’t cry to the hills! O little sister, I should have warned you Don’t eat the meat, if it makes you cough blood!

Lamenting Widow, a poem by Ho Xuan Huong (1772–1822). She was a poet born near the end of the Lê Dynasty in Vietnam. She is considered one of Vietnam’s great classical poets, called the “Queen of Nôm poetry.” (via historical-nonfiction)

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Stevie Smith reads her poem The Sea-Widow

The Sea-Widow by Stevie Smith (1902-1971)

How fares it with you, Mrs Cooper my bride? Long are the years since you lay by my side. Do you wish I was back? Do you speak of me dearest? I wish you were back for me to hold nearest. Who then lies nearer, Mrs Cooper my bride? A black man comes in with the evening tide. What is his name? Tell me! How does he dare? He comes uninvited. His name is Despair.

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Chelsea Wolfe // Widow

I saw the widow in the window waving down at me, heal your bones I saw the bird circling above me, heal your bones I had a vision of this but so painless, heal your bones I opened the book to your birth-page and it said, heal your bones