Into great silence
Wheat Field with Cypresses at the Haude Galline near Eygalieres (1889) by Vincent van Gogh
Angel of Grief or the Weeping Angel is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story for the grave of his wife Emelyn Story at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Its full title bestowed by the creator was The Angel of Grief Weeping Over the Dismantled Altar of Life.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
“He’s rich.” When people asked how you took them, how you convinced them away from me. “He’s rich,” I’d say. “He’s rich.” And you don’t understand what the word means. They were young. They only knew appetite, and “Here,” you said, “Come with me. Gorge yourselves.” How could I compete with that? You didn’t feed them though, did you? You starved them. Less and less of them came back each time, until one day they were empty. They were syphoned. You started filling them up with… What did you fill them up with, Roderick? What did you have to fill them with? Because you weren’t rich, were you?
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER | 1.08 “The Raven”
Thorn Creek
“Don’t let my silence wound you. I'm just tired of words.”
— Manuel Bandeira, from “This Earth, That Sky.”