atelierentomologica:

Detail from vintage offset lithograph print, 1957

atelierentomologica:

Detail from vintage offset lithograph print, 1957

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A Poem by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

Beautiful song, beautiful Johnny

dustjacketattic:

provence: france | by clary pfeiffer

dustjacketattic:

provence: france | by clary pfeiffer

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I want to marry Wess and live in The Grand Budapest Hotel.

I want to marry Wess and live in The Grand Budapest Hotel.

This is a love story about bees and flowers.

Stephen Fry: Open Letter to David Cameron and the IOC

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Dear Prime Minister, M Rogge, Lord Coe and Members of the International Olympic Committee,

I write in the earnest hope that all those with a love of sport and the Olympic spirit will consider the stain on the Five Rings that occurred when the 1936 Berlin Olympics proceeded under the exultant…