in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of youthe holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smilesyour eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kissand
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and thenyour dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and ithink
of you
excellent compilation of lore! <3
watch your fingers when feeding the brooms!
Now THIS is a motherfucking tiger.
“In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?”
(William Blake, 1794)
“
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few. “
(Emily Dickinson, 1896)
Art by Gerard Mas Pujolràs (http://www.gerardmas.com/)
“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.”
-Joseph Campbell
Salvador Dali - detail on the Portrait of Dorothy Spreckels Munn, 1942 (de Young museum, San Francisco)