Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell
Mary Oliver, from “When Did It Happen?,” Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015)
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 11. Ruins. END ID]
Source: crimsonkismet
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 16. dark and beautiful. END ID]
Source: crimsonkismet
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 13. Breathe in the air and the silence. END ID]
Source: crimsonkismet
Czesław Miłosz, from “A Magic Mountain” (tr. Czesław Miłosz), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
[Text ID: “And the fog from the ocean is cool, for once again it is July”]
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟹𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 31. But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation. END ID]
Source: crimsonkismet
-Wendy Cope, excerpt of "From June to December" (A Summer Villanelle)
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 11. disappeared into the distance. END ID]
Source: crimsonkismet
“As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.”
— Wendy Cope, excerpt of “From June to December” (A Summer Villanelle)
“𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒.”
—Clifton Gachagua
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]
From what grace am I fallen. Tongues are strange, / Signs say nothing.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Incommunicado’
