Jewelia

Eugenio Montale, from a poem titled "Dora Markus," featured in Selection of Modern Italian Poetry

Giuseppe Ungaretti, from a poem titled "Christmas," featured in Selection of Modern Italian Poetry

Nude at the Window by Paul Paede (1913)

The Color of Pomegranates (1968) - dir. Sergei Parajanov

Anne Sexton, from ‘The Day Some Daisies Came’ published in ‘Anne Sexton: The Last Summer’ by Arthur Furst

Charlotte Eriksson via wordedarchive

[ MIDWESTERN GOTHIC ]

[text ID: promises made by june / had rotten / by the time august came. / i’ve mistaken silence with nothingness / and unlearning it asks for courage / i know not how to muster. / this half-empty glass of orange juice, / ever-present on its throne of dust, / on this wooden table, / holds more promise than i ever will. / i, a personified you, for this is not a wall but a mirror / [personified] / i, i mean you, i mean [redacted] / you eat the sun and with your burnt tongue / try to sing songs / not about pain. / don’t you? / in july / [i] you tried to stretch the rare / moments of happiness but our feet / always seemed to stay out of the / blanket / uncovered. / how do i love something without / fully succumbing to it? / you thought you had to die for you to live, didn’t you? / you thought there’s always a spring after a winter / you didn’t think that / this vivaldian symphony hadn’t been written for bodies like ours, . did you? / in july / you didn’t know that loneliness is a crowded town / yet /  it’s always been bestowed upon you / to lock the gates / and turn off the lights / every night, / did you? / june made promises it knew it couldn’t keep. / but i shall be wiser / in august.]

Wendy Cope, From June to December: Summer Villanelle

— John Green.