Anita bird face
"...And a softness came from the starlight and filled me
full to the bone..."
— W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin”
Irish/Italian, 28
Qualified teacher.
Part time artist.
Longtime dreamer!
full to the bone..."
— W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin”
Irish/Italian, 28
Qualified teacher.
Part time artist.
Longtime dreamer!
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I
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Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
Requiescat, Oscar Wilde, 1881
Wilde wrote this poem for his sister Isola, who died of meningitis aged 9.
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Tread Lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
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Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a great deal to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.
