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pinkbowjournal · 3 months ago
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Annie Swynnerton (British,1844-1933)
Glow Worm, 1900
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pinkbowjournal · 4 months ago
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“Evening: to walk into my house is to walk into dawn, into color, into music, into perfume, into magic, into harmony.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944
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pinkbowjournal · 7 months ago
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I am no more than a shell where the sea-swell goes on roaring.
Marina Tsvetaeva.
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pinkbowjournal · 7 months ago
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You're ringed by fire. Its flashes delight me too. I am not frightened, beneath your tender eyelashes, of summer lightning.
Afanasy Fet, Translated by Robert Chandler.
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pinkbowjournal · 7 months ago
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Across hundreds of summers, I send you my kiss.
Marina Tsvetaeva, To Osip Mandelstam.
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pinkbowjournal · 10 months ago
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Ski Tracks by Gustaf Fjæstad.
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pinkbowjournal · 10 months ago
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Tenderly treading through snow-swirls, Hung with threads of snow-pearls,
Alexander Blok, The Twelve.
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pinkbowjournal · 11 months ago
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Forough Farrokhzad, Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season.
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pinkbowjournal · 11 months ago
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Now all the trees asleep in the garden slip out of their bark and through thousands of pores the soil inhales the dizzy particles of the moon. Forouh Farrokhzad, Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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She stood on the terrace shaking the wet honeysuckle over her face, breathing its perfume, a creature momentarily compounded of dew and air and fragrance.
Elspeth Barker, O Caledonia.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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I go out on the verandah and run my fingers across the taut skin of the night.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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Something dreamy and dark, with distortion. Something I could close my eyes and drown in beautifully.
Mona Awad, Rouge.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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Where do I come from? Where do I come from? That I reek of the smell of night?
Forough Farrokhzad, Let us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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With eyes like the sky, dripping their dark silks.
Mona Awad, Rouge.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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Moodboard: A Sagittarius Autumn Book List.
Your Driver is Waiting by Priya Guns.
Death Valley by Melissa Broder.
A Nest of Nightmares by Lisa Tuttle.
Aura by Carlos Fuentes.
I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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Moodboard: A Scorpio Autumn Book List.
Post-Traumatic by Chantal V. Johnson.
Nineteen Claws and a Black Bird by Agustina Bazterrica.
Kamouraska by Anne Hébert.
A Cruelty Special to Our Species: Poems by Emily Jungmin Yoon.
Bright Young Women by Jessica Knoll.
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pinkbowjournal · 1 year ago
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Moodboard: An Aquarius Autumn Book List.
Tomb Sweeping by Alexa Chung.
Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia.
O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker.
The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe.
Let Us Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season: Selected Poems by Forough Farrokhazad
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