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dreams-in-my-sky:

Gabriel Pacheco
Jun 24, 2014 / 149 notes

dreams-in-my-sky:

Gabriel Pacheco

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cauldronandcross:

PHOTOGRAPH BY BRYANT ANDERSON
Jun 24, 2014 / 472 notes

cauldronandcross:

PHOTOGRAPH BY BRYANT ANDERSON

I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
If I get the story right, desire is continuous,
equatorial. There is still so much
I want to know: what you believe
can never be removed from us,
what you dreamed on Walnut Street
in the unanswerable dark of your childhood,
learning pleasure on your own.
Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond
for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies.
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.
I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude.
The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries.
Fireflies turn on their electric wills:
an effulgence. Let me come back
whole, let me remember how to touch you
before it is too late.
Stacie Cassarino, Summer Solstice
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beautyandcuriosity:

ANCIENT GREEK SERPENT ARMBAND 4th-3rd century BC
Jun 17, 2014 / 3,696 notes

beautyandcuriosity:

ANCIENT GREEK SERPENT ARMBAND 4th-3rd century BC

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antiquateddruggist:

Board attached to a wooden bar, with a diagram showing the cross section of a heart.
Jun 17, 2014 / 432 notes

antiquateddruggist:

Board attached to a wooden bar, with a diagram showing the cross section of a heart.

lost-in-centuries-long-gone:

Brooch by Kotomi_ on Flickr.
British Meseum Casted chased gold winged dragon. French 1904-11
Jun 17, 2014 / 40 notes

lost-in-centuries-long-gone:

Brooch by Kotomi_ on Flickr.

British Meseum
Casted chased gold winged dragon.
French 1904-11

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Jun 17, 2014 / 855 notes

for-redheads:

Amy Manson as Elizabeth Siddal, model for John Everett Millais’ Ophelia (1851–1852).

Desperate Romantics (2009)

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nibelungenhalle:

Ferdinand Keller “Walküre”, 1899
Jun 16, 2014 / 632 notes

nibelungenhalle:

Ferdinand Keller “Walküre”, 1899

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| Nastya by Egor Kuzmin | ©
Jun 16, 2014 / 9,366 notes

| Nastya by Egor Kuzmin | ©

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blackpoisonousrivers:

Image by: Darby Lahger (Old Hag)
Jun 16, 2014 / 86 notes

blackpoisonousrivers:

Image by: Darby Lahger (Old Hag)

Jun 16, 2014 / 877 notes

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