#20th century poets

[naneki-maid]

They will tell you nothing / worse about me, my love, / than what I told you. / I lived in the meadows / before I knew you / and I did not wait for love but lay / in ambush and jumped upon the rose.

-The Captain’s Verses (1952) by Pablo Neruda

Ode and Burgeonings/Oda Y Germinaciones

[dreamy-conceit]

You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

— Ezra Pound, 'Francesca'

[warblingandwriting]

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them                                                                                                               I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

Having A Coke With You, Frank O'Hara, (1926-1966) (Full Poem.)

[the-evil-clergyman]

Sappho by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (Early 20th Century)

[flowersforfrancis]

Oh to be a pretty boy in the 1900s.

[worldwidewandress]

" whatever you think your life is going to be like just know it's not gonna be anything like that "

[art-portraits]

James Joyce

Artist: Robert M. Barnes (American, 1934 - )

Date: 1958

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia, PA, United States

Biography

James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, poet and literary critic. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde movement and is regarded as one of the most influential and important writers of the 20th century. Joyce's novel Ulysses (1922) is a landmark in which the episodes of Homer's Odyssey are paralleled in a variety of literary styles, particularly stream of consciousness. Other well-known works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). His other writings include three books of poetry, a play, letters, and occasional journalism.

[frenchnewwaves]

"I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."

-Franz Kafka (diary of March 24th 1914)

[labyrinthofstreams]

Trees die differently than people. Trees look as if they enjoyed their dying. It's true, spring will return and again they will burst into bloom. But as you well know, one can never be sure. And how can trees know that? Surely for them every fall is the last one.

Halina Poświatowska, Story for a Friend

[live-and-die-in-la]

“Taylor Swiss”. 🤣

[vintage-russia]

Poem "The Fan" (1913) by Russian poet Sergey Tretyakov (1892-1937)

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

II Bushing the door, my arms full of wild cherry and rhododendron, I hear her small lost weeping through the hall, that bells and hoarsens on my name, my name. O love, here is the blame. The loosened flowers between us gather us, compose for a May altar of sorts. These frank and falling blooms soon taint to a sweet chrism. Attend. Anoint the wound.

Seamus Heaney, from "Summer Home" in Opened Ground: Selected Poems 1966-1996.

[galleryofart]

Poet's Pub

Artist: Alexander Moffat (Scottish, born 1943)

Date: 1980

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: National Galleries of Scotland, Edinburg, Scotland

Description

Moffat's group portrait is an imaginary vision of the major Scottish poets and writers of the second half of the twentieth century gathered around the central figure of Hugh MacDiarmid. From left to right, they are: Norman MacCaig, Hugh MacDiarmid, Sorley Maclean, Iain Crichton Smith, George Mackay Brown, Sydney Goodsir Smith, Edwin Morgan and Robert Garioch. In the foreground is Alan Bold and, on the steps behind, the art critic, John Tonge. The setting is an amalgam of the interiors of their favourite drinking haunts in Edinburgh: Milne's Bar, the Abbotsford and the Café Royal.

[canadachronicles]

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields."

--In Flanders Fields, John McCrae

[internatural]

"Allen Ginsberg in front of the window"

Photo by Anton Corbijn, New York (1996)

[good--merits-accumulated]

when the dps fic starts leading you on a thematic tangent about skeuomorphs