#Arthur Davison Ficke

[strykerlancer]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

[pendraegon]

[ID of the poem "I Am Weary Of Being Bitter" by Arthur Davison Ficke:

I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise, / And the armor and the mask of these fall from me, after / long. / I would go where the islands sleep, or where the sea-dawns / rise, / And lose my bitter wisdom in the wisdom of a song.

There are magics in melodies, unknown of the sages; / The powers of purest wonder on secret wings go by. / Doubtless out of the silence of dumb preceding ages / Song woke the chaos-world — and light swept the sky.

All that we know is idle; idle is all we cherish; / Idle the will that takes loads that proclaim it strong. / For the knowledge, the strength, the burden — all shall perish: / One thing only endures, one thing only — song.

END ID.]

[virtuouslibertines69]

"Do you know what the good part is, Arthur, darling? You cannot make me un-want you. You can try but you are doomed to fail. You can try your best and it will still amount to zero because you cannot force me. You cannot force me into not wanting you." - Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[psalmsofpsychosis]

of you; of me

// Chapter 20 of Lacan's Seminar XI // Batman: The Killing Joke // Euripides, Alkestis, tr. by Anne Carson // i love you, it looks like rain — June Gehringer // Batman: Europa // The Nation's Saddest Love Poems — Sam J. Grudgings // Batman #67: Knightmares // Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke written c. October 1945 // The Dark Knight Returns // Hesitation Outside the Door — Margaret Atwood // Batman #144 // Snow and Dirty Rain — Richard Siken // Batman: Cacophony #3 // quote by Etel Adnan // Batman/Catwoman #3 // unknown source. //

[trees-waiting]

“You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay in a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 January 1922.

[dactylicreveries]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[89rooms]

That is what I want of you - out of sight & sound of other people, to lie close to you and let the world rush by. To watch with you suns rising and moons risings in that purple edge outside most people's vision...

Edna St. Vincent Millay - letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[quillaffinity]

touched, touch, touching (dazatsu web weave)

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[roseverie]

pierced petal 💞

which line of prose or poetry would you have inked into your skin without hesitation ?

“She was like a flaming rose. I thought that she would burn away into perfume” - Heinrich Heine, from The Selected Prose Writings; “Reisebilder,”

“The flowers full of night… like sacred smoke” - Nina Cassian, from “Part of a Bird”

“Only fallen blossoms know the heart of those who roam.” - Su Shi, from Selected Poems of Su Shi; Silk-washing Stream.

“A flower of flame. A blossom of blood.” - Cecilia Woloch, from Reign of Embers.

“The world did not begin with me / it will not end with me / I am / one pulsebeat in the throbbing river” - Octavio Paz, from “Identical Time”

“We will meet again in the lake you as water I as lotus blossom You will carry me I will drink you” - Rose Ausländer, Love VI

“Dew-drinker, opium-eater, […]” - Bethany van Rijswijk, from ‘Opium-eater’

“… your flesh is lilies / Under a frozen moon,” - Arthur Symons, from Poetry & Prose; “Morbidezza”

“The moon-drunk, haunted, pierced soul,” - Isaac Rosenberg, from The Collected Poems; “Midsummer Frost,”

“—everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin’s bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Love Song”

“I bow to the daydreams I buried myself in,” - Hannu Mäkelä, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Dream On Happiness Number 5,”

“Out of jasmine the night’s blood streams white.” - Mahmoud Darwish, from Sonnet V; The Butterfly’s Burden: Selected Poems

“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“I’m making myself. I’ll make myself until I reach the core.” - Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

“ […] so that roses may bloom in the blood of our wound.” - George Seferis, from The Cistern

“you were the bride of mysteries adorned with lilies of shadow” - Nelly Sachs, from Night, night; O the Chimneys: Selected Poems.

“And no one is me. No one is you. This is solitude.” - Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“The shadow is a narrow ribbon. I dip my hand in it as if I were immersing it in water.” - Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, from Marine Rose; “The Art of Poetry”

“You bring the siren note, the lotus-land;”— H.D., from “Morpheus”

“Walk with me and sometimes cover your shadow with mine.” - Milton Acorn, from “Live with Me on Earth under the Invisible Daylight Moon,”

Orpheus: how will you remember?

Eurydice: that I love you?

Orpheus: yes

Eurydice: that’s easy. I can’t help it.

- Eurydice by Sarah Ruhl

“Your heart is uncut jade,” - Han Yong-un, from The Silence of Love:  “I Love Love”

“I walk with my dream unfurled, and lose myself in my own labyrinths, and the dream unfurled carries me.” - Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. II 

“You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.” - Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

“I am captured in dreams of pearl,” - Maximilian Voloshin, from “I Looked Eye to Another Eye,”

[crossedenes]

“Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[shinhati]

little list of my favourite poems

Faith by Frances Anne Kemble Spring by John Hall Wheelock Rain at Night by Helen Hoyt I am Weary of Being Bitter by Arthur Davison Ficke At the Sea-Side by Robert Louis Stevenson On Seeing Weather Beaten Trees by Adelaide Crapsey Profits by Fannie Stearns Davis The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore Nobility by Alice Carey It Was a Night of Early Spring by Sara Teasdale Tell Me Tell Me Sarah Jane by Charles Causley

[lembarkertas]

PUISI

Oleh Arthur Davison Ficke*

Ia adalah pulau kecil di tengah lautan yang suram— Seranah taman yang terasingkan, dikelilingi Oleh desakan tekanan dan suara, Tanpa kuasa menguasainya. Paling-paling, ingatan aliran pasirnya berduyun-duyun Terbawa kepada pelaut yang berpayah-payah di batas luar Mengingatkan jiwanya ke tanah yang menyenangkan itu; Tapi tiada suar yang melayani destinasinya.

Ia adalah pelindung dari hari-hari berbadai, Menghirup-embuskan kedamaian dunia yang jauh, Di mana keindahan, seperti merenungkan senja bahkan, Membungkus roh dalam kabut peraknya; Sementara di kejauhan, dengan panji-panji berkilau yang digulung, Cahaya barat memudar, dan bintang-bintang muncul di angkasa.

Ia adalah gerbang laut, gemetar oleh ledakan Kekuatan dari gulungan pesisir yang tak terbatas, Gelombang pasang yang mendebarkan. Pada jiwa yang menunggu Seperti di atas batu yang menghadap, gemuruh jembar Gelombang alun. Percikannya menyembur ke langit, dan melewati Asap dan bunyi yang mengartikulasikan seluruh Hati samudera, yang lain tak bersuara; di atas gosong Yang senyap; berakhir pada tanjung yang kosong.

Dari pantai laut yang gelap tanpa bintang atau matahari, Seperti suara terompet dalam perang suci, Ungkapkan kabar para bentara dari kedalaman. Dan di mana para lelaki tertidur, lelah dan berantakan, Impian akan datang, harapan-harapan luar biasa dari jauh,— Dan dengan hasrat tinggi menghancurkan lelap tidur.

*Oktober 1912, Poetry Magazine, diterjemahkan oleh @lembarkertas

[con-alas-de-angeles]

You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, c. 1922

[moonshadowsinthemoonwormlight]

–It seemed incredible you were not in the room with me, you were so much nearer than anything else, nearer than the dress I was wearing.–It doesn’t matter at all that we never see each other, & that we write so seldom. We shall never escape from each other.

Edna Millay to Arthur Ficke, from Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[ukdamo]

Sonnets of a Portrait Painter

Arthur Davison Ficke

I an in love with high far-seeing places

That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm,

In love with hours when from the circling faces

Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.

You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture        

And April love of living burn confessed—

The Gods are good! the world lies free to capture!

Life has no walls. Oh, take me to your breast!Take me—be with me for a moment’s span!

I am in love with all unveilèd faces.        

I seek the wonder at the heart of man;

I would go up to the far-seeing places.

While youth is ours, turn toward me for a space

The marvel of your rapture-lighted face! 

There are strange shadows fostered of the moon,        

More numerous than the clear-cut shade of day….

Go forth, when all the leaves whisper of June,

Into the dusk of swooping bats at play;Or go into that late November dusk

When hills take on the noble lines of death,        

And on the air the faint astringent musk

Of rotting leaves pours vaguely troubling breath.

Then shall you see shadows whereof the sun

Knows nothing—aye, a thousand shadows there

Shall leap and flicker and stir and stay and run,        

Like petrels of the changing foul or fair;

Like ghosts of twilight, of the moon, of him

Whose homeland lies past each horizon’s rim…. 

[batgovernor]

Review: "The Spectra Hoax" by William Jay Smith

Review: “The Spectra Hoax” by William Jay Smith

In ten days in 1916, two brash young poets – Witte Bynner and Arthur Davison Ficke– produced a volume of poetry parodying the Imagists. Writing as Emanuel Morgan and Anne Knish, and claiming to represent a whole new school, the Spectrics, their manuscript of Morgan’s formal poetry and Knish’s free verse, together with the blathery and pretentious preface, was unexpectedly accepted by a serious…