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Showing posts with label Emily Dickinson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emily Dickinson. Show all posts
a bed of hair
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her tongue more tender than the tune
That totters in the leaves --
Who hears may be incredulous,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her tongue more tender than the tune
That totters in the leaves --
Who hears may be incredulous,
Who witnesses, believes.
Emily Dickinson
Incredible hair by Marisol Suarez
photograph by Katrin Backes
Beauty,Truth and Paradise
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* The God MAAT''s feather was the measure that determined whether the souls (residing in the heart) of the departed would reach the paradise of afterlife successfully.
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I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
~Emily Dickinson
Paradise
by Alexander McQueen
the heart is weighed in balance against the feather-together the two symbolizing truth-
from the Egyptian Spells of Coming Forth by Day*
* The God MAAT''s feather was the measure that determined whether the souls (residing in the heart) of the departed would reach the paradise of afterlife successfully.
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