L. V., I Found This Poem Wandering Around A Ghost Town

Wooded Path in Autumn (Detail)
Hans Andersen Brendekilde, 1902

because I’m so close to the end, I can see the light from here.

And you can’t blame me for thinking that along this winding road,

L. V., i found this poem wandering around a ghost town

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I was watching a film the other day. The boy confessed: I can’t stand the silence—I need to speak to you.

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Person 1: "If only love bloomed on trees"

Person 2: "But we still have apples, don't we?"

Person 1: "Yes, but the seeds are poisonous."

Person 2: But isn't love poisonous too?

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your page is like going to a museum; each post like a painting. Specifically the ones you weave your poems with classical paintings. i can go over the details for a long while. it feels like taking a magnifying glass to a miniature work of art to fully appreciate the little touches; and when i step back, i see the whole painting -- the bigger picture. thank you for the experience.

This is far too lovely. Thank you, dear stranger. You made my heart feel a little less heavy today.

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7 months ago

Details of "Portrait of Edna Barger of Connecticut" by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (French, 1836–1911)

A Sonnet for You

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

You told me you love poetry, now I’m a poet.
I’ll write you a world of odes and ballads;
I’ll leave a bouquet of haiku on your doorstep.

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

Tell me all your fears. I want to know about
everything that’s ever caused you pain. I want
to write them all down on a piece of paper.

Then I’ll fold it once, twice, thrice until it can
no longer be folded. I want to make your fears
small enough that I can hold them in my hand.

I’ll take them far away from you, so that you
won’t ever have to be afraid anymore. I swear
nothing will hurt you again—myself included.

If I could, I would compose sonnets for you.

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L. V., i found this poem on the wall when the paint started to peel off

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6 months ago

Young woman lying in a grass (Detail)
Paul Gauguin, 1884

L. V., I Found This Poem On A Quiet Sunday Afternoon

Woman in the Park (Detail)
Ion Theodorescu-Sion, 1919

L. V., i found this poem on a quiet sunday afternoon

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How do you overcome the terror of your art being known?

Knowing that I am unknown.

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What
tragedy
it must be
to live without

a mind, and
for others,
not at
all.

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L. V., i found this poem in the backbone of a dead society

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When it seems there’s nothing left for me here, somehow there’s always you. All I have to do is grab my pen, and I add days to my life. If I keep this up, I’m afraid I’m going to live forever.

An Ode to Poetry

L. V., i found this poem when you said you wanted to live forever

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7 months ago

Film still (detail) from Ponyo, 2008
dir. Hayao Miyazaki

I remember the way you pointed at a child’s lost toy

bobbing up and down the spine of a wave.

You know, you can be gentle when you’re not trying to drown this city.

L. V., i found this poem begging you to be gentle with my heart

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6 months ago

Tonight, she brushes her teeth
with the razor

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Portrait of Adeline Ravoux (detail)
Vincent van Gogh, 1890

washes her mouth with perfume
applies the red with her left hand,

- L. V.

powders her nose with
moonlight.

- L. V.

Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.
Tonight, death makes her beautiful.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem visiting the small town you left years ago

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