24 Thursday May 2012
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, Fashion, Love, Love Is Not All, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
© Lauren DiMarco
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
from Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hold me, kiss me, love me…
23 Wednesday May 2012
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Bed, Christina Rossetti, Love, Love lost, Photography, Pillow talk, Poetry, Relationships, Tears, Writing
© Joan Currie
Lie still, lie still my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.
by Christina Rossetti
Thinking of the days that will never be…
16 Wednesday May 2012
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beautiful, Fashion, Margaret Sangster, Photography, Poetry, Vintage drop earrings, Winsome Womanhood, Writing
© Joan Currie – Vintage drop earrings
No trumpet sounds before him,
No silver bugles blow,
And skies are radiant o’er him,
And stars to light him glow.
from Winsome Womanhood by Margaret Sangster
I remember the intensity of your Prince Charming light.
10 Thursday May 2012
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America's Top Model, Beauty, e.e. cummings, Fashion, i carry your heart with me, Khrystyana Kazakova, Love, Photography, Poetry, Writing
© Khrystynana Kazakova
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
from i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings
Some days I need all of you – in the flesh.
Model: Khrystynana Kazakova
09 Wednesday May 2012
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© Creative Smiles Photography
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
from Pablo Neruda’s poem Cat’s Dream, translated by Alastair Reid
I love the way you sleep.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
04 Friday May 2012
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Relationships, Writing
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beautiful, Love, Lust, Maksim Zaitsev, Male figure, Olesya Aleksandronis, Oscar Wilde, Photography, Poetry, The Harlot's House
© Olesya Aleksandronis
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
from The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
Where did that lustful lover go?
Model: Maksim Zaitsev
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
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19 Thursday Apr 2012
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America's Top Model, Edgar Allan Poe, Fashion, Khrystyna Kazakova, Photography, Poetry, The Raven
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-
Merely this, and nothing more.
from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Who knows what radiant maiden may yet come rapping at a man’s heart?
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Model:
Khrystyana Kazakova
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25 Saturday Feb 2012
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© Anna Landa
Farewell
By Mona Currie
Say, can we know
That we’re to be put out
Of long established house and home and hearth,
Uprooted like a tree and thrown into
A stream of life as so much flotsam is?
If fate decrees
Then with some poise and pride
We should elect the when and how and where
Of place and time and method used to leave,
Thus not become an object to deride.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
16 Thursday Feb 2012
Posted in Art, Garden, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie - My Valentine Roses
She comes not when Noon is on the roses —
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
She comes to me.
by Herbert Trench
The sweet fragrance of last night lingers…
Satin & Sand 