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Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “Paradise, Lost”

[Text ID: “I want to be beautiful/ and a part of this earth.”]

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Thomas Brock (1847-1922) "Eve" (1900) Marble

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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

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“there is nothing more powerful than realizing that your wholeness is not defined by anything but you. people may add onto the beautiful pieces that already exist within you, but nothing they do could ever complete you. the keys to your acceptance have always belonged to you.”

— iambrillyant

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a handful of softer things 

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I burn like nothing you've seen.

Kristy Bowen, from “brief history of a girl as match.”

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i love when poetry does that (makes every moment of my life stack on top of one another and sit on my heart until i am sure every cell in my body remembers it is alive again)

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“The world was beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moon and stars were beautiful, beautiful were bank and stream, forest and rocks, goat and gold-bug, flower and butterfly. So lovely, so delightful to go through the world this way, so like a child, awake, open to what is near, without distrust. The sun’s heat on on’s head felt different, the cool shade of the woods felt different, water from the brook and cistern tasted different, as did the pumpkin and banana. Short were the days, short the nights, each hour fled swiftly as a sail on the sea, under that sail a ship full of treasures, full of joys.”

— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha, trans. by Rika Lesser

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Details from Sacha Goldenberg's “Flemish Painting” series. x

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Margaret Atwood, from “Late Poems”, Dearly

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"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

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“I love you. In a time of fear. In a city of fear. In a life without vacations the paisley fades winter and summer in the sun but the best time is now.”

— Adrienne Rich, from “Letters: March 1969,″ Collected Poems: 1950 - 2012 (via lifeinpoetry)

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Architectural details of Reims Cathedral, a masterpiece of the gothic art, France (by Simon Greig).

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A lavishly embossed breastplate which belonged to a parade armor, attributed to Giovan Paolo Negroli,

Height: 23.25 in/59.1 cm

Width: 16.4 in/41.6 cm

Milan, Italy, ca. 1540-1545, housed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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SOLAR ECLIPSE - SILAS JEROME UHL

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The Veiled Christ, a 1753 marble sculpture by Giuseppe Sanmartino exhibited in the Cappella Sansevero in Naples. Due to its incredible detail, there was a legend that said that the statue was covered by real veil and slowly transformed over time into marble via chemical processes.