May 2013
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2. fields of asphodel: where the immortals or the happy dead live. The asphodel...
– Endnote in Orlando, by Virginia Woolf.
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April 2013
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the moon is hiding in
her hair.
The
lily
of heaven
full of all dreams,...
– e. e. cummings
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March 2013
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Oh, how perfect death
computes an orange wind
that glows from your...
– Richard Brautigan
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The sun’s gone dim, and
The moon’s turned black;
For I loved him, and
He...
– Dorothy Parker
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February 2013
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…You dream long liturgies of our devotion.
Yet, in my heart, I dread our...
– Siegfried Sassoon
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I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman...
– William Butler Yeats
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Language
of
Flowers
artemisia: absence balsam, red: touch me not hemlock: you will be my death helenium: tears mourning bride: i have lost all ...
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January 2013
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…And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
of the Sea, star-infused and...
– Arthur Rimbaud
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I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not...
– Charles Bukowski
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