There's No Place Like Home!, 1940
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THE MOON MAIDEN’S SONG
Sleep ! Cast thy canopy
Over this sleeper’s brain,
Dim grow his memory,
When he wake again.
Love stays a summer night,
Till lights of morning come ;
Then takes her winged flight
Back to her starry home.
Sleep ! Yet thy days are mine ;
Love’s seal is over thee :
Far though my ways from thine,
Dim though thy memory.
Love stays a summer night,
Till lights of morning come ;
Then takes her winged flight
Back to her starry home.
Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Witches’ Sabbath.
A sequence of French postcards. Paris, ca. 1910.
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Postcard by M. Karpenko (Latvia, 1955)
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Old postcard from Brody, Ukraine during the time of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
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spent a day in lincoln and acquired a post card from 1920
‘whatever/ returns from oblivion/ returns to find a voice’ - louise glück, the wild iris
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Huntingdon’s Cascades, near The Baslams in Dixville Notch, New Hampshire [1923]
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Just. Look at this old New Year's postcard.
"1916 - I live in Kispest and am a lamplighter, which is why in the New Year, I wish you well. Maybe the old one wasn't that bad on you either, but hopefully this new one will bring something better still. I wish from all my heart, me, Igaz Mihály, who comes to your street to light lamps."
And of course the original is a poem. But. Just. Don't you love humanity.
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Keith Haring, (untitled), French folding postcard, 1998.
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An old friend that I have lost touch with sent this to me in a care package in like 1990. There was a message written in purple marker that took up the whole back of the card. The ink has now completely faded away. Nothing. It made me melancholy when I saw it today.
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