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Francesca Woodman In the dark timesWill there also be singing?Yes, there will be singingAbout the da
when the sky is dark and stars are scattered up above us,when the night air is cool, the wind nothin
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teet
Typewriter Poetry #1265 by James Andrew CrosbyIf you haven’t yet, make sure to grab a copy of my boo
“What Kind of Times Are These” by Adrienne Rich, from Dark Fields of the Republic (1995).
I visited the temple beforeI stayed there again last nightsounds floated into space from a dark ravi
megfreyja:LITERATURE STUDENT MOODBOARD“We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all
typodescript:weltenwellen:Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Some Things Are Dark”, Collected Poems[text
I started writing letters to people, telling them things that I would never have the courage to say
Walt Whitman, “Miracles”, Complete Poems[Text ID: “To me every hour of the light and dark is a mirac
“The devil asked me how I knew my way around the halls of hell. I told him I did not need a map for
“Weak wrists reaching out, intimate and distant. Withholding you close, pouring deprived. Wris
lecataste:Adrienne Rich | “Walking in the Dark” | Diving into the Wreck | 1973
Kamau Brathwaite, ‘Yellow Minnim’, Sun Poem
Their eyes glistened ,not from the cold, certainly not from the colorsbut because they saw each stor
kvmalakhvn:dark sappho give me the hidden lesbian poetry
pottaplanta:youare the time and the water(matthías johannessen)
I lied.
It is like coming across a light in thick darkness; it is like receiving treasure in poverty. The fo
hold my hand while we walk through busy streets and fill our lungs with cold, crisp evening air
violentwavesofemotion:Linda Hogan, from Dark, Sweet: New & Selected Poems; “Night and Day,”
Coal to DiamondMy flesh is so vile, I am less than dustwhile your brilliance out-blazes the mirror&r
Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, Leaves of Grass[Text ID: “O madly the sea pushe
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