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lepetitdragonvert · 1 year

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Early Poems of William Morris

1914

Artist : Florence Harrison

« Sir Peter Harpdon’s End »

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vulnerableagendaofdeath · 8 months

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First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

— PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

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belovedapollo · 4 months

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From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

—Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

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botheringlevi · 4 months

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(based off of)

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴇᴅᴡɪɴ ᴀʀʟɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ ʀᴏʙɪɴsᴏɴ

For those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune’s winnowing.

But some are strong and some are weak And there’s the story. House and home Are shut from countless hearts that seek World-refuge that will never come.

And if there be no other life And if there be no other chance To weigh their sorrow and their strife Than in scales of circumstance

‘T were better, ere the sun go down Upon the first day we embark, In life’s embittered sea to drown, Than sail forever in the dark

But if there be a soul on earth Blinded by its own misuse Of man’s revealed incessant worth, Or worn with anguish, that it views

No light but for a mortal eye, No rest but of a mortal sleep, No god but in a prophet’s lie No faith for “honest doubt” to keep;

If there be nothing, good or bad, But chaos for a soul to trust, God counts it for a soul gone mad, And if god be god, she is just.

And if god be god, she is Love; And though the Dawn be still so stern, It shows us we have played enough With creeds that make a fiend of her.

There is one creed, and only one, That glorifies Love's excellence; So cherish, that her will be done, The common creed of common sense.

It is the crimson, not the gray, That charms the twilight of all time; It is the promise of the day That makes the starry sky sublime;

It is the faith within the fear That holds us to the life we curse; So let us in ourselves revere The Self which is the Universe

Let us, the Children of the Night Put off the cloak that hides the scar Let us be Children of the Light, And tell the ages what we are

—𝟷𝟾𝟿𝟽

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alittlefrazzled1 · 4 months

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here’s a favorite poem of mine

Under One Small Star

By Wislawa Szymborska

My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.

My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.

Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.

May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.

My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.

My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.

Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.

Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.

I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.

I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m.

Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time.

Pardon me, deserts, that I don't rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.

And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,

your gaze always fixed on the same point in space,

forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed.

My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs.

My apologies to great questions for small answers.

Truth, please don't pay me much attention.

Dignity, please be magnanimous.

Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.

Soul, don't take offense that I've only got you now and then.

My apologies to everything that I can't be everywhere at once.

My apologies to everyone that I can't be each woman and each man.

I know I won't be justified as long as I live,

since I myself stand in my own way.

Don't bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words,

then labor heavily so that they may seem light.

#under one small star #wislawa szymborska #poetry #classic poem

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devoneternal · 5 months

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Ocean + Earth

A haiku poem inspired by a dream I had about the ocean.

Golden hour waves Where burning salt meets the shore Rushing tides beckon

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#classic poem #dark poem #dark poetry #dark writing #haiku #haiku collection #haiku poem #haiku poetry #ocean #original haiku #original poem #poem #poetry #prose #sea #writer #Writing

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becomingvecna · 5 months

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 8 months

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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bebx · 7 months

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mysterieuxclairdelune · 11 months

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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

-Sylvia Plath

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metamorphesque · 3 months

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tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

#web weavings #hands #quotes #literature #poetry #classic literature #art #poems #cinema #ocean vuong #sylvia plath #ingeborg bachmann

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wickedzeevyln · 5 months

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Tim's Swan Song

Tim never uses my real name, instead, he calls me rice, dim sum, chow mein, you know speak no English, he says, examines the expression leaking out of my face, so, if anger washes out of its pore he can pedal back like a true coward and say it was a joke. But I’m no bird, no feathers he can ruffle, no walls behind me for him to drive me up, no fit to throw, mama and papa raised their…