Roman Widow - Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1874 (details)
The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900
by Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth -- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall? -- If design govern in a thing so small.
Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”
[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning Wreck That told no tale And let no Witness in
The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion planned How often foundering at Sea Ostensibly, on Land
A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it And there were troughs beside -
A closing of the simple lid That opened to the sun Until the tender Carpenter Perpetual nail it down -
Emily Dickinson, from Envelope Poems
I read the flecks in your eyes
like how a girl all alone
would read poetry.
.
Your eyes tell an odyssey
of the thousand lies you've heard,
each one a dark star.
.
Somewhere within your iris
there's an epic of pain and
love in equal parts.
.
Eyes like the night sky.
I see the galaxy and
wonder where I could fit in.
“Dark and Fair” by Tadeusz Styka (ca. 1908) Marthe Barnède, nicknamed Madame Sappho, is ‘a stunning brunette, with hair the color of deep shadow,’ while Colette, her young and frail lover, is described as ‘a pretty girl with lily-white skin and light blonde hair that crowned her pale ivory forehead with a riotous golden halo. (source).
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