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[incompleteddiaries]

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[chubbycactus]

This test knit for lovely @tete_beche is coming along so well, the colour work yoke is finished! Pictured with my number one inspiring lady, I’m still reading ‘Letters Home’ and I love all the insights you get into her process and her routine 💙
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#knitting #knittersofinstagram #azorsweater #testknit #testknitting #tetebeche #colourworkknitting #colourworkyoke #violayarn #camaroseyaku #sylviaplath #collectedpoems #handmadewardrobe #handmadequilt
https://www.instagram.com/p/B1V3EboJX_U/?igshid=lhic5v3yjwr6

[blackbirdie25]

Trying to get through this behemoth this month! I got it from the #universitylibrary . I'm really enjoying it, but you have to get used to the spelling 😅 #sirthomaswyatt #wyatt #sixteenthcentury #poetry #literature #literaturestudies #england #sonnets #renaissance #humanism #collectedpoems https://www.instagram.com/p/BvdqBq4ns_x/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qbb02umy1t0q

[oldenglishpoetry]

Two volumes in clean editions. The longer poems are actually quite long. Advent poem very excited to read. #poetry #poems #poets #whauden #auden #audenpoetry #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #modernpoetry #collectedpoems (at Nashville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt1F6q-AsYL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1x2v2hwxgo3y3

[thethingssheread]

July 2021

[zacharycoffin]

Creating an audio book of poetry with my mom -- 120 poems from her forthcoming "On the Way to Invisible." #poetry #book #OnTheWayToInvisible #collectedpoems #poems #narration #audiobook #vo #voiceover #motherson #studiodays (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0QO5QXJzhx/?igshid=o5za1imlcrg6

[loveinquotesposts]

https://loveinquotes.com/love-after-lovethe-time-will-comewhen-with-elationyou-will-greet-yourself-arrivingat-your-own-door-in-your-own-mirrorand-each-will-smile-at-the-others-welcomeand-say-sit-here-eat-you-will-lov/

Love After Love"The time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other's welcome,and say, sit here. Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self. ― Derek Walcott, Collected Poems, 1948-1984

#CollectedPoems, #CollectedPoemsQuotes, #DerekWalcott, #DerekWalcottDerekWalcottLoveQuotes, #DerekWalcottLoveQuotes, #DerekWalcottQuotes

[ej-potter]

- Eat - Slay - Love - . . . . . . #eatslaylove #slayeveryday #loveyourself #loveforreading #loveismagic #dontforgettoeat #thomashardy #thardy #collectedpoems #collectedworks #makingmyway #throughthistome #readingbeforebed #putthemindtobed (at Doreen, Victoria, Australia)

[itsthecatlife]

Another book haul because I have no self control. #bookstagram #booklr #bookworm #bookhaul #thebookofquestions #pabloneruda #peopleofthebook #geraldinebrooks #collectedpoems #philiplarkin #theangelsgame #carlosruizzafon #swamplandia! #karenrussel

[loveinquotesposts]

https://loveinquotes.com/romance-of-the-sleepwalkergreen-as-i-love-you-greenly-green-the-wind-and-green-the-branches-the-dark-ship-on-the-seaand-the-horse-on-the-mountain-with-her-waist-thats-made-of-shadowdream/

Romance of the sleepwalker"Green, as I love you, greenly.Green the wind, and green the branches.The dark ship on the seaand the horse on the mountain.With her waist that’s made of shadowdreaming on the high veranda,green the flesh, and green the tresses,with eyes of frozen silver.Green, as I love you, greenly.Beneath the moon of the gypsiessilent things are looking at herthings she cannot see.Green, as I love you, greenly.Great stars of white hoarfrostcome with the fish of shadowopening the road of morning.The fig tree’s rubbing on the dawn windwith the rasping of its branches,and the mountain cunning cat,bristles with its sour agaves.Who is coming? And from where...?She waits on the high veranda,green the flesh and green the tresses,dreaming of the bitter ocean.- 'Brother, friend, I want to barteryour house for my stallion,sell my saddle for your mirror,change my dagger for your blanket.Brother mine, I come here bleedingfrom the mountain pass of Cabra.’- ‘If I could, my young friend,then maybe we’d strike a bargain,but I am no longer I,nor is this house, of mine, mine.’- ‘Brother, friend, I want to die now,in the fitness of my own bed,made of iron, if it can be,with its sheets of finest cambric.Can you see the wound I carryfrom my throat to my heart?’- ‘Three hundred red rosesyour white shirt now carries.Your blood stinks and oozes,all around your scarlet sashes.But I am no longer I,nor is this house of mine, mine.’- ‘Let me then, at least, climb up there,up towards the high verandas.Let me climb, let me climb there,up towards the green verandas.High verandas of the moonlight,where I hear the sound of waters.’Now they climb, the two companions,up there to the high veranda,letting fall a trail of blood drops,letting fall a trail of tears.On the morning rooftops,trembled, the small tin lanterns.A thousand tambourines of crystalwounded the light of daybreak.Green, as I love you, greenly.Green the wind, and green the branches.They climbed up, the two companions.In the mouth, the dark breezesleft there a strange flavour,of gall, and mint, and sweet basil.- ‘Brother, friend! Where is she, tell me,where is she, your bitter beauty?How often, she waited for you!How often, she would have waited,cool the face, and dark the tresses,on this green veranda!’Over the cistern’s surfacethe gypsy girl was rocking.Green the bed is, green the tresses,with eyes of frozen silver.An ice-ray made of moonlightholding her above the water.How intimate the night became,like a little, hidden plaza.Drunken Civil Guards were beating,beating, beating on the door frame.Green, as I love you, greenly.Green the wind, and green the branches.The dark ship on the sea,and the horse on the mountain. ― Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems

#CollectedPoems, #CollectedPoemsQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorca, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaLoveQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaFedericoGarcíaLorcaLoveQuotes

[ej-potter]

Even the ills of life, it may be, we regret. For what indeed was no-wise charmful, yet became, to me, a life not without charms. The while I had my father in my arms. ✨📖✨📖 Recently got tagged in a 'what are you reading now' post. Now, I have never before spoken truer words than the ones I am about to say - I find it impossible to read only one book at a time. Right now I'm flipping between the 'Collected Poem of W.B. Yeats', 'Daisy Miller' and this masterpiece ~Sophocles'~ #Antigone. The above quote is one I recently read but I really, really love. Has anyone read 'Antigone'? What do you think? #wbyeats #collectedpoems #daisymiller #henryjames #sophocles #oedipusrex #oedipusatcolonus #antigone #ancientgreece #plays #reading #passionforreading #booksbooksbooks #book📖 #bookblog #bookstagram #bookstoread ✨📖✨📖 (at South Morang, Victoria, Australia)

[loveinquotesposts]

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Gacela of Unexpected Love"No one understood the perfumeof the shadow magnolia of your belly.No one knew you crushed completelya humming-bird of love between your teeth.There slept a thousand little persian horsesin the moonlight plaza of your forehead,while, for four nights, I embraced thereyour waist, the enemy of snowfall.Between the plaster and the jasmines,your gaze was a pale branch, seeding.I tried to give you, in my breastbone,the ivory letters that say ever.Ever, ever: garden of my torture,your body, flies from me forever,the blood of your veins is in my mouth now,already light-free for my death. ― Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems

#CollectedPoems, #CollectedPoemsQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorca, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaLoveQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaQuotes, #FedericoGarcíaLorcaFedericoGarcíaLorcaLoveQuotes