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…and the wild eyes — of my lost love —
Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P.; “Ligeia,”
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A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel;
Christina Rossetti, excerpt of ‘In An Artist’s Studio’.
This poem is about Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s muse, model and wife, Elizabeth Siddal. Here is a painting of her by D. G. Rossetti.
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Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.
Allen Ginsberg (via palingenesis144)