Tag Archives: SATURDAY VERSES
Saturday Verses: Alli Woods Frederick (yeah, me)
I have never, ever, ever shared any of my creative writing or poetry publicly before, so please don’t be too brutal. Untitled by Alli Woods Frederick And so we walk, silent as cobwebs, on our tiptoes and we kiss the … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: William Blake
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
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Saturday Verses: Baudelaire
Yes, I remember the house Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all, The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall, A battered Venus shivering in the trees, Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness, And every evening the descending sun, … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
I have never, ever, ever shared any of my creative writing or poetry publicly before, so please don’t be too brutal. Untitled by Alli Woods Frederick And so we walk, silent as cobwebs, on our tiptoes and we kiss the … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: William Blake
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
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Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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Saturday Verses: Baudelaire
Yes, I remember the house Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all, The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall, A battered Venus shivering in the trees, Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness, And every evening the descending sun, … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Pablo Neruda
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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Saturday Verses: Baudelaire
Yes, I remember the house Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all, The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall, A battered Venus shivering in the trees, Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness, And every evening the descending sun, … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without … Continue reading
Posted in CULTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY
Tagged ALLI WOODS FREDERICK PHOTOGRAPHY, LOVE, POETRY, SATURDAY VERSES
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Saturday Verses: Baudelaire
Yes, I remember the house Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all, The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall, A battered Venus shivering in the trees, Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness, And every evening the descending sun, … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
Yes, I remember the house Yes, I remember the house, I remember it all, The heavy curtains and the whitewashed wall, A battered Venus shivering in the trees, Her plaster hands hiding her nakedness, And every evening the descending sun, … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
It’s all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, – Some one the sum … Continue reading
