#The Ariel Poems

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Wood Engraving Wednesday

ERIC RAVILIOUS

Here are a couple of small wood engravings by the noted English designer, painter, and wood engraver Eric Ravilious (1903-1942) illustrating English poet Harold Monro’s (1879-1932) poem Elm Angel, published in London by Faber and Faber as No. 26 in The Ariel Poems series in 1930. The edition was limited to 250 numbered copies on English handmade paper, and our copy is signed by the poet. Ravilious was one of the most significant wood engravers of his generation, despite dying at the age of 39 when his plane vanished over the north Atlantic during WWII.

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[asoftepiloguemylove]

AND I'LL NEVER GO HOME AGAIN // YOUR CHILDHOOD HOME AND THE PAST INSIDE OF IT

Maya Angelou // @filmnoirsbian // BoJack Horseman (2014-2020) from The Old Sugarman Place dir. Anne Walker Farrell // Tennessee Williams The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore // Anne Sexton A Story For Rose On The Midnight Flight To Boston // Noah Kahan Paul Revere // pinterest // The Woman in Black (2012) dir. James Watkins // Ariel Gore We Were Witches // Katherine Fabrizio A Poem From the Good Daughter to the Difficult Mother // Marble Hornets cr. Troy Wagner // AroarA #6

[namedvesta]

“O my enemy. Do I terrify?”

— Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus”, from Ariel (𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟧)

[lovingsylvia]

The frost makes a flower, The dew makes a star,

Sylvia Plath, from “Death & Co.”, 14 November 1962, in: Ariel, 1965

[popfatal]

“I am too pure for you or anyone.” ― Sylvia Plath, from “The Collected Poems” (1981)

[berattelse]

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Plath, Sylvia. "The Rival". Ariel. Harper and Row, 1965.

[fornpt1]

currently reading the bell jar🤎

[memoryaqua]

Only with a blue wave Will Lady Liberty be saved This November take the dive Stop Project 2025

The attempt at poetry is by yours truly.

I hope to draw an original piece featuring this diddy.

[robcam-wfu]

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.  

— Sylvia Plath, from "Elm"

[laurelroadpoetry]

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"How many poems does a guy have to write / to get abducted by aliens? I know you / see me, same as the fat moon peeping / through the trees like a pervert. I just / want to talk."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

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It's Fine Press Friday!

We end the work week with this slim volume of number 12 in The Ariel Poems series, Troy by the Italian-born British poet Humbert Wolfe with illustrations by British artist Charles Ricketts, printed in London by the Curwen Press for Faber & Gwyer in 1928. It is a large paper edition printed on English hand-made paper in an edition of 500 copies singed by the poet. The Ariel Poems were a series of illustrated pamphlets containing poems published by Faber and Gwyer and after 1929 by Faber and Faber. The first series had 38 titles published between 1927 and 1931. The second series, published in 1954, had 8 titles.

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[6peaches]

Ariel Francisco - Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs

How many poems does a guy have to write to get abducted by aliens? I know you see me, same as the fat moon peeping through the trees like a pervert. I just want to talk. My arms are sore from waving. My dad used to wonder why I was always so fascinated with space, then learned I share a birthday with Yuri Gagarin and that explained everything. I would watch that shit show Ancient Aliens with my mom and she would say, you know in Guate we remember where the Mayas came from, raising her eyebrows into orbit. How could I not grow up to search the skies for meaning? Ancient peoples thought objects soaring through the atmosphere were celestial serpents, their glowing tails slithering through space, and I buy it. Oh, Quetzalcoatl, is that you? I feel like the last kid sitting in front of  the school waiting to be picked up. Don’t say you’ve forgotten me.

[beanutputterrrr]

This lovely lady...

[lovingsylvia]

"We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, Me and you."

–Sylvia Plath, from “Lesbos”, 18 October 1962

[japanhopper]

Leaving the land, blue envelope, ocean below, stratosphere trail, still under the mesosphere, jet engines mimicking, the wind’s song

Photo & poem copyright 2024 David 2e