DECEMBER
chandrama deshmukh, a teaspoon of stars / claude monet, snow scene at argenteuil, 1875 / counting crows, a long december / anna mary ‘grandma’ robertson moses, snow ball / natalie diaz, manhattan is a lenape word / laetitia de haas, birds in a winter garden / fritz ward, love letter from inside fatherhood / nate klug, advent / serhiy shyshko, saint volodymyr’s hill / w. s. merwin, song of three smiles / charlotte joan sternberg, home through the pines ii / mike chasar, conches on christmas / alfred sisley, la maison sous la neige, 1878 / robert creeley, the door / claude monet, the magpie / sarah kay, winter without you
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Claude Monet was right.
I must have flowers,always,and always.
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June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.
August by Mary Oliver
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Then the voice in my head said
Whether you love what you love
Or live in divided ceaseless revolt against it
What you love is your fate.
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“I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.”
— Michelle Williams
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Thinking about the casual intimacy of showing someone you love an unfinished work of art, the underlying message saying, I trust you with my unpolished heart.
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Some days I'm Van Gogh's "Starry Night".
Other nights, I'm just his suicide note.
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The greatest thing you can ever give someone is to be the one safe thought in their anxious head.
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—Taylor Swift, Peace
All these people think love’s for show,
But I would die for you in secret.
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“The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.”
—Kate Chopin
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“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love. ”
~Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice
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Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don't belong.
–The Lakes, Taylor Swift
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