"The death-fires danced at night." - S. T. Coleridge
Lancelot Speed - The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
(The Blue Poetry Book, 1912)
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The Blue Poetry Book
edited by Andrew Lang
1912
Artist : H. J. Ford
« To Evening »
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Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?
Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.
— Maggie Nelson, from Bluets
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I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew Tree
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“To let someone go means to love them”.
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"The moan of the wind sunk silent and low, and the roaring torrent had ceased to flow; The calm was more dreadful than raging storm, when the cold gray mist brought the ghastly form!" - Sir W. Scott
Lancelot Speed - St. Swithin's Chair
(The Blue Poetry Book, 1912)
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🩵 You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World edited by Ada Limón
🧡 The Art of Libromancy: Selling Books and Reading Books in the Twenty-First Century by Josh Cook
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Hozier's "Eat Your Young" 🤝Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal"
Irishmen satirically proposing the cannibalism of children as an alternative to them (and us) living in a modern hell
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If you love me, why must you always kiss me?
You watch my lips, but you don't hear me speak.
If you love me, why must you always kiss me?
Are my words not eloquent enough for you to listen?
Are my thoughts not thorough enough for you to care?
You'll brush my hair but never grasp the mind beneath it,
you'll touch my chest but never the heart within.
Why do I let your hands roam?
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“But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.”
— Blue is the Warmest Color
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I love you so much and i promised you a garden of sunflowers because i named you Mirasol and it's my favorite flower..
I love you so much, and if you ask me to wait for you till the next blue supermoon, I would.. But that's not love, it's stupidity...
I love you so much, but the 14 letters isn't enough for you to feel the same, even if i say it repeatedly, even my energy drains just to show you how much i cared.
You were my yellow, my Sunflower..
Tell me, how could I teach my heart to forget you?
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