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undinesea · 4 months
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The winter of your voice, the cold rhyme of your eyes.
Renée Vivien, from The Muse of the Violets: Poems
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petaltexturedskies · 4 months
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I adore fairy stories. And I still have the wistful spirit of a child that listens wide-eyed to the marvellous tales told over and over during long winter evenings.
Renée Vivien, from "A Woman Appeared To Me" (tr. by Jeanette H. Foster)
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lillyli-74 · 5 months
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And the sweep of her skirt roused without pity the dead leaves from their silence.
~Renée Vivien
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nando161mando · 4 months
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uaravsh · 6 months
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"I'll adore you, as a drowned person does the sea."
- Renée Vivien ,The Ransom (@uaravsh )
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feral-ballad · 2 years
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Renée Vivien, tr. by Margaret Porter & Catharine Kroger, from The Muse of the Violets: Poems; “Sonnet”
[Text ID: “I do not anymore wish to see / The world except through the veil / Of your hair,”]
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women-loving-art · 1 year
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Renée Vivien and Natalie Clifford Barney, early 1900s
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babytoothbrain · 2 years
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Can You Still Love me When I'm Underwater?
Postcard From the Gone, Lelia Chatti/ Shapeshifting, Young Galaxy/ Shit my History Teacher DID NOT Tell Me!, Karl Wiggins/ "The Ransom", Renée Vivien/ Secretary (2002/
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prosedumonde · 4 months
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Sans hâte et sans effroi, je rentre dans la nuit Avec tout ce qui glisse, avec tout ce qui fuit. 
Renée Vivien
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wedarkacademia · 2 years
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I went out into the rainy dusk and grew utterly drunk with the marvellous sadness of a night of heavy mist. My heart was full of hectic melancholy.
Renée Vivien, from A Woman Appeared to Me, tr. by Jeannette H. Foster
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hard--headed--woman · 2 months
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i need every single lesbian to go and read some Renée Vivien. it's a shame that we don't talk about her more. Sappho 1900 gyns!!! j'ai peur de ton frisson nacré, de tes seins - je ne touche qu'en tremblant à ton corps sacré, j'ai peur du charme de ta bouche
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oldwinesoul · 2 years
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—Renée Vivien, tr. by Mary Ann Caws, "The Ransom
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petaltexturedskies · 4 months
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Renée Vivien, from "A Woman Appeared To Me"
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satin-carmin · 1 month
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You have beautiful eyes like no other, please do remember how I love your eyes. They are blue and they are green too, as if the sky had wedded the sea, and your eyes bore the memory of their union. Your gaze is in turn periwinkle, violet, and a corner of clear, fresh blue sky. Sometimes, even, when you are tired and they are almost grey, your eyes resemble pieces of dusk. I love your eyes - I would like to die watching them.
Renée Vivien, Letter to Natalie Clifford-Barney (march 1900)
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contremineur · 9 months
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Renée Vivien, from Faste des tissus (in La Vénus des aveugles, Alphonse Lemerre 1904)
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Renée Vivien (born Pauline Mary Tarn, 11th June 1877 – 18th November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in French, in the style of the Symbolistes and Parnassiens.
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welcome-home-nyx · 9 months
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Amazone
L’amazone sourit au-dessus des ruines, Tandis que le soleil, las de luttes, s’endort. La volupté du meurtre a gonflé ses narines : Elle exulte, amoureuse étrange de la mort. Elle aime les amants qui lui donnent l’ivresse De leur fauve agonie et de leur fier trépas, Et, méprisant le miel de la mièvre caresse, Les coupes sans horreur ne la contentent pas.
Son désir, défaillant sur quelque bouche blême Dont il sait arracher le baiser sans retour, Se penche avec ardeur sur le spasme suprême, Plus terrible et plus beau que le spasme d’amour.
Renée Vivien
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