Alexandra Yanul

“Little soul, you and I will become the memory of a memory of a memory. A horse released of the traces forgets the weight of the wagon.”

— Jane Hirshfield, “Harness,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)

“How I linger to admire, admire, admire the things of this world that are kind, and maybe also troubled— roses in the wind, the sea geese on the steep waves, a love to which there is no reply?”

— Mary Oliver, from Heavy in “Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver”

“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.

if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”

- Soledad Francis

Emily Dickinson, from ’Ourselves were wed one summer–dear–’ (Poem #631), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

[Text ID: “And yet, one Summer, we were Queens– But You–were crowned in June–”]

“The hours we spent together passed quickly, that small path behind the station where we saw the sun going down over the fields and the evening sky reflected in the ditches, and where those old moss-covered tree-trunks are standing, and the little mill in the distance – I’ll walk there again and think of you.”

Letter #103. Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh. Dordrecht, Monday, 26 February 1877.

Phoebe Wahl