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THE BUTTERFLY OF BRASSAI AND KEATS…

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” ― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne Jules Brassai Papillon à la bougie, 1933

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ANNA AKHMATOVA

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.” ― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

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ANIMALS OF THE SEA

Animals of the Sea “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” Lord Byron Animals of the Sea Odilon Redon – 1910

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ALFRED TENNYSON ~ MEMORIES

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.” ― Alfred Tennyson Memories John White Alexander – circa 1903

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SYLVIA PLATH ~ HOW IMPORTANT AM I ?

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” Sylvia Plath

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HOPE AND MEMORY

“Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.” ― W.B. Yeats Hope and memory Kenyon Cox – 1900

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TOLKIEN ~ REMEMBERING PAST SEASONS

I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see For still there are so many things That I have never seen In every wood in every spring There is a...

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E.E. CUMMINGS ~ YOU ARE…

“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” ― E.E. Cummings Christian Rohlfs, Dancing around the Ball of the Sun, 1916

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RAINER MARIA RILKE ~ EVENING

Evening Slowly the evening puts on the garments held for it by a rim of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands divide from you, one going heavenward, one that falls; and leave you, to neither quite belonging, not quite so dark as the house sunk in silence, not quite so surely pledging the eternal as that which grows star each night and climbs- and leave you (inexpressibly to untangle) your life afraid and huge and ripening, so that it, now bound in and now embracing, grows alternately stone...

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ WAKING DREAMS

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.” ― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems Anna Akhmatova. Slepnevo.1914

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