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Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)
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Tom Thomson - Northern Lights (1917)
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lonesvn · 8 months
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right in the corner of my eye is what happened to me it disappears when I turn toward it but it’s there 
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lonesvn · 2 years
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The door to the summer garden (2020)
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Rose Ausländer: ‘Love VI’
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lonesvn · 3 years
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“There you were, and it was like spring—”
— Mary Oliver
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lonesvn · 4 years
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Statue of the goddess Aphrodite (Venus) bathing in the garden of the Royal Palace: Caserta, Italy.
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lonesvn · 4 years
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will you please be quiet, please? (1976)
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lonesvn · 4 years
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“We lose June. We lose July. In August we look in mirrors and want to die.”
— Kim Addonizio, from ‘The Women’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
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lonesvn · 4 years
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Linda Pastan, The Months
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PERCEPCIÓN
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lonesvn · 4 years
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lonesvn · 4 years
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Are you still alone
in bed? Is it morning yet where you are? The smoke turns to rain as usual. Listen, my love. This year is just a visitor & next year’s
ghost. Take care of it because yes—yes, you do deserve flowers for once in your life. You will be the only one left. So hold my hand & call me
tomorrow. We are all here. It’s okay—it’s okay to be this afraid. I am you. Can you feel that? Yes, that is the whole world outside
moving without us. But listen to me. Listen. Here’s the light an arm’s length away. The ceiling reforming
above you, like another heaven after its own self- destruction. Here’s my body & you stretching lifelong
toward every hole in the house left as warm as a father running from
horizon to horizon. Don’t be afraid. Touch me here where, some days, it hurts. Get up, get dressed,
open the door.
- Michael Wasson, Your Shadow Invents You Every Time Light Fails to Pass Through You
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