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Palais Garnier Opera House

Paris, France

#sculpture

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The world then was gold, burnished with light- and only because of you. / That's what I had believed. / How could one weep for sorrows other than yours? / How could one have any sorrow but the one you gave?

Faiz Ahmad Faiz, from Don’t Ask Me For That Love Again (tr. by Agha Shahid Ali)

#Faiz Ahmad Faiz #Pakistani literature #poetry #literature

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The sky, wherever I looked, was nothing but your eyes. If you'd fall into my arms, Fate would be helpless.

Faiz Ahmad Faiz, from Don’t Ask Me For That Love Again (tr. by Agha Shahid Ali)

#Faiz Ahmad Faiz #Pakistani literature #poetry #literature

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Ferdinand Bucina - View from the Charles Bridge, Prague, 1950s

#ph #prague

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[…] sonorous fountain, eternal singer of the sleeping garden.

Antonio Machado, from “It was a clear evening” (tr. by Betty Jean Craige)

#antonio machado #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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And he was the demon of my dreams, the most handsome of all angels.

Antonio Machado, from “And he was the demon” (tr. by Robert Bly)

Erica Jong, from Lullaby for a Dybbuk

Rosalía de Castro, from “With his wave's soft persistent whisper” (tr. by Anna-Marie Aldaz, Barbara N. Gantt, Anne C. Bromley)

#compilation #erica jong #Antonio Machado #Rosalia de Castro

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Antonio Machado, from “It was a clear evening” (tr. by Betty Jean Craige)

#antonio machado #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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Pedro Salinas, from “Night is the deep questioning”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.

Pedro Salinas, from “Tell me”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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“Joan of Arc, without tomb and without portrait, you who knew that the grave of heroes is the heart of the living.”

— André Malraux quoted by Mary Gordon in Joan of Arc: A Life original: Jean d’Arc, sans sépulture et sans portrait, toi qui savais que le tombeau des héros est le coeur des vivants. (via girlwithouthands)

#andre malraux #french literature #prose #literature

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Horodok, Lviv Region, 1934

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it seems to have been said in dreams, heard only in dreams.

Pedro Salinas, from “Do you know what you are”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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Pedro Salinas, from “What a walk in the night”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

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Pedro Salinas, from “To live my life”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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you've been mine from so long ago,

Pedro Salinas, from “I don’t need time”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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Streetview today: link

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I don't need time to know what you're like: finding each other is a lightning-flash.

Pedro Salinas, from “I don’t need time”; To Live In Pronouns: Selected Love Poems (tr. by Edith Helman & Norma Farber)

#pedro salinas #spanish literature #poetry #literature

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