Lovers in a Garden by Edward Burne-Jones, 1861
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Lovers in a Garden by Edward Burne-Jones, 1861
Jules Pascin
Les Anges (The Angels), 1905
Pencil, pen and ink, and watercolour on paper
Anne Zahalka - The Mathematician
Loueva Smith, from "Nothing I Haven’t Done for Love," featured in Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials
Paul Delaroche / “Gothic or Middle Ages Art” / 1852 /
"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.
Della Celeste Fisonomia (1616) Giovanni Battista della Porta
Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "In A Dream,"
Colette. from her novel titled "Break of Day," originally published in 1928
Dust: the Archive and Cultural History
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," featured in The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf
Joanna Klink, from "Wonder of Birds“, Raptus
19th c. book cover with mother of pearl
Louise Glück, from "Midsummer" in Poems 1962-2012
In bed, bathed, and the good rain coming down again—liquidly slopping down the shingled roof outside my window. All today it has come down, in its enclosing wetness, and at last I am in bed, propped up comfortably by pillows—listening to it spurting and drenching—and all the different timbers of tone—and syncopation. The rapping on the resonant gutters—hard, metallic. The rush of a stream down the drain pipe splattering flat on the earth, wearing away a small gully—the musical falling of itself, tinkling faintly on the tin garbage pails in a high pitched tattoo. And it seems that always in August I am more aware of the rain.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Daphne du Maurier, Don't Look Now
Gerard Houckgeest - "The interior of the New Church in Delft" (1650)