hey, psyche

I learned there’s nothing more shaming
or as memorable as an intimacy
unreturned. And turned, therefore,
to the expected silence of a page,
where I might simultaneously assert
and hide, be my own disappointment,
which saved me for a while.
But soon the page whispered
I’d mistaken its vastness for a refuge,
its whiteness for a hospital
for the pathetic. Fill me up, it said,
give me sorrow because I must have joy,

all the travails of love because
distances are where the safe reside.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof
you’ve been alive.

from "Turning to the Page," by Stephen Dunn

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Oct. 27, 2012 at 12:34am with 3,070 notes

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Odilon Redon, Le Noyé

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nannaluanis:

“Oh! darkly, deeply, beautifully blue, as someone somewhere sings about the sky.”

Lord Byron

Art: Sita, c.1893. Odilon Redon

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Odilon Redon

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Odilon Redon, Angel in Chains (1875)

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Vase of Flowers, Odilon Redon

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Odilon Redon, 1911, Evocation of Butterflies

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Flowers, Odilon Redon

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