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Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

by W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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Consuelo Kanaga, Young Girl in Profile, 1948.

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“Brocoh” (1998) by Aube Elléouët ☀ The shell that decided to go for a stroll

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Easy Strawberry Spoon Cake

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Lois Samuels @ Jean Louis Scherrer Haute Couture Fall/Wint 1997

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How Some of It Happened

by Marie Howe

My brother was afraid, all his life, of going blind, so deeply that he would turn the dinner knives away from looking at him,

he said, as they lay on the kitchen table. He would throw a sweatshirt over those knobs that lock the car door

from the inside, and once, he dismantled a chandelier in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping.

We found the pile of sharp and shining crystals in the upstairs hall. So you understand, it was terrible

when they clamped his one eye open and put the needle in through his cheek and up and into his eye from underneath

and held it there for a full minute before they drew it slowly out once a week for many weeks. He learned to lean into it,

to settle down he said, and still the eye went dead, ulcerated, breaking up green in his head, as the other eye, still blue

and wide open, looked and looked at the clock.

After our father died, my brother promised me he wouldn't. He shook my hand on a train going home one Christmas and gave me five years,

as clearly as he promised he'd be home for breakfast when I watched him walk into that New York City autumn night. By nine, I promise,

and he was, he did come back. And five years later he gave me five years more. So much for the brave pride of premonition,

the worry that won't let it happen. You know, he said, I always knew I would die young. And then I got sober

and I thought, OK, I'm not. I'm going to see thirty and live to be an old man. And now it turns out that I am going to die.

Isn't that funny? One day it happens: what you have feared all your life, the unendurably specific, the exact thing. No matter what you say or do. This is what my brother said: Here, sit closer to the bed so I can see you.

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Model adorned in Christian Dior by John Galliano, Spring/Summer, 2006.

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