A medallion containing John Keats’s hair.
WHEN I STARED DOWN INTO AN EMPTY BALLISTIC MISSILE SILO ONE DAY IN NEBRASKA - Dara Wier
KAMALA DAS Do you know this poet? Why not? Go, go and search for her work!
There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there
hanging innocently
—Adrienne Rich (1929 - 2012)
A crude rubbing of Frank O’Hara’s grave in Springs, New York.
c/o Ben Fama.
from The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats, a virtual exhibit at The National Library of Ireland
John Keats, 1971 Literary Anniversaries, British Stamp.
(Source: anticipatedstranger, via poetrysociety)
Marina Tsvetaeva with her dog in Savoy, France.
Lord Byron, shaking the dust of England from his shoes, by Max Beerbohm.