Solar Eclipse, Howard Russell Butler, 1925

The market cart by Thomas Gainsborough (1727 - 1788)

night after night, an empty room, and dreams shaped from the soft melancholy of wildflower fields, the silky poppies, the grazing herds of goats that people the side of the road dark’s phenomenon: my heart turns into a toad, I croak and croak, all loneliness and want, an emergence from startouched waters, a terrible beauty an embarrassment of abundance, I grow and grow

“Among The Foxgloves” by Jessie Wilcox Smith

Ida Rentoul Outhwaite: The Water Fairy (1921)

let me collect those flowers still, on those hills I’ll never return to - in that time that nearly never was - yellow, teethlike, rows and rows of graves poke out haphazardly: childhood

Katherine Mansfield, from Journal of Katherine Mansfield

want one/want two - rufus wainwright

how had I hollowed out my hands so efficiently - I did not know loneliness could be so exact like a scalpel or a forest violently sundered of its trees - I hear their thousand deaths and the names whispered in-between 

Lucrèce by Artemisia Gentileschi (detail)

Virgil, The Aeneid

Anne Sexton, from The Black Art

Marina Tsvetayeva

Splynutí duší, 1896 by Max Švabinský (Czech, 1873–1962)

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

Solar Eclipse, Howard Russell Butler, 1925