August 2011
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The Valley of Unrest
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley’s restlessness. Nothing there is motionless — Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic...
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To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece. And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How...
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“All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.”
– Federico Fellini
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empty-buildings asked: I looked through your blog and really enjoy it. These are the exact types of pictures I find beautiful. So, just wanted to let you know I'm following, and can't wait to enjoy your blog. :)
marasbazaar asked: Your taste in art is flawless! :) I really enjoy your blog, thanks for sharing all those gorgeous pictures! <3
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“We live in a rainbow of chaos.”
– Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)
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“The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.”
– Eugene Delacroix
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Thank you! Evelyn de Morgan has always been a favorite of mine. Even her studies were spectacular. tgrayson replied to your photo: The Field of the Slain - Oil on canvas - Evelyn de…
It’s nice to see someone paying homage to one of the most neglected Pre-Raphaelites.
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“The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away....”
– Pierre-Auguste Renoir
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“People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to...”
– Claude Monet
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Be Near Me
Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me— At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When it comes with cries of lamentation, with laughter with songs; Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step. At this hour when hearts,...
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A Plea
My heart is in my throat I choke on the words you left me Dangling promises on strings like wicks dripping with waxy lies That fall onto my flesh and leave their embittered mark to show how love can burn and scorch a soul that readily believes what you proclaim as genuine They named you Trickster Prince of Lies A dastardly fiend who consumes naive hearts And nibbles on pink skin in perfect coy...
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Love's Secret
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. - by William Blake
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The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I...
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“Art is made by the alone for the alone.”
– Luis Barragán
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Lady, i will touch you with my mind
Lady,i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.
- by e. e. cummings
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Remember, Body ...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds where you lay, but also those desires for you, shining clearly in eyes and trembling in a voice—and some chance obstacle thwarted them. Now when everything is the past, it almost looks as if you gave yourself to those desires as well—how they shone— remember—in the eyes that looked at you, how they trembled for you in the...
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