I imagine spring arrives black dress, thigh boots, satin glove begrudging and disinterested for π«πππππ π½πππ has left her love. I imagine she's kept her habits from the dark depths of hell blowing smoke in the face of daffodil and bluebell. The world opens up with sweetness and glee and she rolls her eyes muttering "yeah... It's me."
β Carolina Outcrop
One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.
Via @nasa-official
The people I love are the workers of my heart. They rebuild a heart they did not break from a house of ashes to a skyscraper ruling over the whole world.
- The Short Poem Series by Royla Paula RΔdiΘa Asghar
Sylvia Plath, from βThe Jailer.β
βDark and Fairβ by Tadeusz Styka (ca. 1908) Marthe BarnΓ¨de, nicknamed Madame Sappho, is βa stunning brunette, with hair the color of deep shadow,β while Colette, her young and frail lover, is described as βa pretty girl with lily-white skin and light blonde hair that crowned her pale ivory forehead with a riotous golden halo. (source).
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Liberty Avenue, Pittsburgh, 1940
by Pablo Neruda tr. Donald D. Walsh
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.
Kait | XXIV | PiscesThis is my personal commonplace book
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