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Ophelia,

John Everett Millais (1851-1852)

#painting #art history #artwork #art #mid 1800s

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The Death of Marat,

Jacques-Louis David (1793)

#art history #art #painting #late 1700s

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The Fall of the Giants,

Giulio Romano (1532-1534)

#art #painting #renaissance #artwork #16th century #art history

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Vasili Pukirev - The Unequal Marriage (1863)

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“Be a caution, a reckoning, be a thing that breaks before it bends.”

— Donika Kelly, from “Self-Portrait as a Block of Ice”, Bestiary

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Micah Nemerever, "These Violent Delights"

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— Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy” from Duino Elegies (tr. by Stephen Mitchell)

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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

You Shall Above All Things be Glad and Young

E.E. Cummings

1940

#poetry #literature #e e cummings #poem excerpt #quote

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The Other Side,

Dean Cornwell (1918)

#art #angels #painting #art history #1900s #artwork

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And their sun does never shine,

And their fields are bleak and bare,

And their ways are filled with thorns:

It is eternal winter there.

Holy Thursday, Songs of Innocence

William Blake

1789

#poem #excerpt #william blake #literature #quote #late 1700s

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Disputation of the Holy Sacrament, Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (1509-1510)

#art #art history #painting #renaissance #16th century #artwork

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Faust’s Dream by Luis Ricardo Falero (1880)

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eric tran, “stranger things s1e1”

[Text ID: Witness the shapeless / effigy. The stars / knocked loose / from God's mouth, / cities drained / dead of color, futile / in stop and go / monotone. I'm saying / the dogwoods / cried themselves / sterile and still / my friend is gone.]

langstone hughes, "poem"

[Text ID: I loved my friend. / He went away from me. / There's nothing more to say. / The poems ends, / Soft as it began— / I loved my friend.]

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—Linda Pastan from Why Are Your Poems so Dark?