TheWomanKind

Love her, but leave her wild. - Harper Lee

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On a branch floating downriver a cricket, singing.

Kobayashi Issa, translated by Jane Hirshfield

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|  Source:  Annemarieke van Drimmelen

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winter solitude - in a world of one color the sound of wind

- Basho, Winter Solitude, trans. Robert Hass

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Rivers know this. We shall get there someday.

- A. A. Milne

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bougainvillea I carry my tea outside

- Malintha Perera, Tiny Words, Issue 19.1 | 24 May 2019

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Gemmy Woud-Binnendijk

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… these are the woods you love, where the secret name of every death is life again

Source: Mary Oliver, from Skunk Cabbage

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poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.

Source:  W. H. Auden, The Cambridge Companion to W. H. Auden

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Photography: Tomas Falmer Styled by: Giulia Bassi Hair: Peter Avento Makeup: Regina Törnwall Model: Hedvig Palm