Theodor and Oskar Hofmeister, (German)
Ernte (Harvest), 1899
15,9 x 22,2 cm, Photogravure
Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898), coloured drawing from ‘Letters to Katie, 1883–1889’
Untitled (Florence Peterson), ca. 1909 - by Clarence H. White (1871 - 1925), American
The sun sang the hours upon the wise dial of the waters. Both sorrow and insouciance had sealed the weathercock onto the roof of the houses where, together, they stood propped.
René Char · “Announcing One's Name.“ Selected Poems (1956)
the hard labor of dying.
Galway Kinnell · “Shooting Stars.” When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone (1990)
“I can’t help but think about the dead. Everywhere their flowers burn bright.”
— Marianne Boruch, In June
I want always to see you laughing. It belongs to you.
Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932
She had him. All those times, she had him near as reaching. Right in front of her, in all his terrifying brilliance. And she wasted it. She should have kissed him when she had the chance. Framed his face firm between her hands before he could protest, or sneer, and drunk him in for herself. Found out exactly what genius tasted like, glimmering on her lips. Now all that's gone. He's gone. And he will not be returning.
Morgan Nikola-Wren, from Magic With Skin On
Summer is an assault.
Maggie O’Farrell, from ‘Hamnet’
“This notebook is so old the paper is yellow. I wonder where the tree grew. Seems like you never get one thing without losing another.”
— Greg Kosmicki, from “You Never Get One Thing,” It’s as Good Here as it Gets Anywhere (Logan House Press, 2016)
sirenoirs
“Heart uncurling from the snow of her chest…”
— Dana Levin, from Sky Burial; “White Tara” (via serpenstiarae)
“All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings.”
— Ruth Stone, from “At Eighty-three She Lives Alone,” in In the Next Galaxy (via llogicas)
He was still in the garden picking roses; by now he had enough for a bonfire, and their smell was as heavy as wind.
– Truman Capote, from “Children on Their Birthdays,” The Complete Stories (Vintage, 2005)