Sarah Teasdale — Love Songs
Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
(Source: gutenberg.org)
“Lee Jeffries career began as a sports photographer, capturing the beautiful game of football in Manchester. Then a chance meeting with a homeless woman living in the streets of London changed his life forever. He has since dedicated himself to capturing gripping portraits of the disenfranchised.”
(Source: aliceduke)
Come hither;
I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters:
With whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication,
and the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk with the wine of her fornication.
Asian Art
the secret of the fruit
leads to the master
small worries
The Ache of a Small Boned Woman
M. E. Csamer
From: Light is what we live in. Artful Codger Press, 2005.
The ache of a small boned woman
is that she has carried too much,
has too much to carry,
the distance of a long life, she cannot
fly though bones grow hollow.
The ache of a small boned woman
lives in the curve of spine, how the babies
pulled her out and down towards the earth,
towards this cracked drying. The generations
march out of her bones, knocking for luck.
The ache of a small boned woman
is that she is enormous and it can’t be seen,
a universe, compact as a black hole,
a story in every twist of sinew, every
fissure, marrow dissolving to make room.
The ache of a small boned woman
throbs in the garden where she stands
growing forgetful, worrying the knot of sciatica,
the garden taking her in: bone meal mulch
sift of bone dust, fine human sand.
Lilah
Tony Orrico
Moony Khoa Le
