#ella wheeler wilcox

[seraphinesaintclair]

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Heaven And Hell”

[sometimess-maybee]

‘the Light

Kisses the languid lips of Night’

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Dawn

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[thefugitivesaint]

C. Dudley Tennant (1867-1952), 'The Beautiful Land of Nod', ''Poems of Passion & Pleasure'' by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1912 Source

[key-cat]

収穫期を迎えることはないかもしれないが、あなたの一つ一つの行動が種をまいているのです。

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox エラ・ウィーラー・ウィルコックス

[araekniarchive]

Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, I Love You

George R. R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

Jimmiwin, the red painting

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Kaash Paige, Love Songs

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Ocean Vuong, Notebook Fragments

The Rolling Stones, Rainbow

Vincent van Gogh, Still Life with Apples, Pears, Lemons and Grapes

Coldplay, Yellow

Charlotte Gilman Perkins, The Yellow Wallpaper

Great Expectations (1998) dir. Alfonso Cuarón

Albert Camus, A Happy Death

The Green Knight (2021) dir. David Lowery

Gwendolyn Brooks, To the Young Who Want to Die

Franny Choi, How to Let Go of the World

Suzanne Siegel, After Dinner Walk

The Murder Capital, Green and Blue

Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

Mitski, Blue Light

Maggie Nelson, Bluets

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

[finisheachday]

19.05.23

“I may not reach the heights I seek, / My untried strength may fail me; / Or, half-way up the mountain peak, / Fierce tempests may assail me.”

The weather is warm and my evenings lazy. My summer job is going well. Not a day goes by that I believe I’m doing everything right, but I wouldn’t be learning anything if I did. I’ll forget the absurdities that crept in as soon as I can. I’m not qualified, but I’m here and I’m trying.

“But though that place I never gain, / Herein lies comfort for my pain— / I will be worthy of it.” —Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[shy-girl04]

Dawn

Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;
Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light
Kisses the languid lips of Night,
Ere she can rise and hasten on …

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[littlelibrarianwrites]

Tortured Poets

If you're loving Tortured Poets Department, make sure to also check out some poems by these original tortured poets:

Edna St. Vincent Millay Sylvia Plath Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[violettesiren]

In that great journey of the stars through space About the mighty, all-directing Sun, The pallid, faithful Moon, has been the one Companion of the Earth. Her tender face, Pale with the swift, keen purpose of that race, Which at Time’s natal hour was first begun, Shines ever on her lover as they run And lights his orbit with her silvery smile.

Sometimes such passionate love doth in her rise, Down from her beaten path she softly slips, And with her mantle veils the Sun’s bold eyes, Then in the gloaming finds her lover’s lips. While far and near the men our world call wise See only that the Sun is in eclipse.

A Solar Eclipse by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Art: (Photograph by Usher Fellig)

* * * *

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,— There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(Poem: Solitude from Poems of Passion)

[Philo Thoughts]

[seraphinesaintclair]

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Love's Burial”

[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Fraselibros

[dabiconcordia]

“It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back” ― Ella Wheeler Wilcox

[conjcosby]

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[darknessdrops]

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone, For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air, The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

André Malraux. Alex Michaelides. Jane Smiley. Horace Mann. Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Joseph Brodsky. James Baldwin. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Alphonse de Lamartine. Alfred De Musset. Isaac Asimov. Gustave Flaubert.