finn-hewison
The Dusk, The Dirt, The Soul, The Soil
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Last night in the park
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Poster for the Brooklyn Exhibition, 1921, Alphonse Mucha
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Anne Carson, from Glass, Irony and God; “The Glass Essay”
Text ID: Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is / to watch the year repeat its days.
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by sashaelage
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In the teal whisper, 
Of waking morning 
I am the gentle waves that pad at the foot of your stairs
 A mist into its well 
Treading through breeze, or whip wind
 I am the wolf in your room
 Stalking your sleeping breath I have waded
 through the endless shallows here, 
Guided by bird call 
To make love to you 
 In this shipwreck bed
At night, cormorants and turns would circle us
Swallows blue a-roost in its skeleton chest
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“Another Night Journey" 
artist : Jeanie Tomanek
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Abstract bird Sculpture from malangan Culture Papua New Guinea
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France, 2019
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finn-hewison · 5 years ago
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Love’s regret
Tannhauser A Dramatic Poem By Richard Wagner Freely translated in poetic narrative form by T.W. Rolleston Presented by Willy Pogany (Illustrator) Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York
1911
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Now, wicker and willow I feel England’s yawn so I trouble you no more my darling I am returning to my violent sleep where dreams vegetate and blossom in my hands iridescent seashells  My heart is blurred from a powerful morning that rises over your home. you, are wished well I, am slipping away through a rivers darkness.
2nd october 2019 at 19:44
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Turi Strano (First half of the XX century)
Dream allegory
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Karmazid
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