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NathanielCran11: Serenade in Firelight
By Arthur Davison Ficke
Sit here where I could touch your hand If that should be my sudden will:
Among the shadows where we wait
I shall not stir.
1buprof3n: “nobody speaks to me. people fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and all that sort of thing. but no one speaks to me. i sometimes think that no one can. can you?”
- Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
zainab_twt: — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
ClinicallyGlum: strykerlancer: — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
MayaCPopa: “You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay in a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 January 1922
BL_Americas: Writing under the names Emanuel Morgan & Anne Knish, the poets Witter Bynner & Arthur Davison Ficke, faked a new school of poetry: 'Spectrism'. This parody of the Modernist Imagism movement backfired when their 'joke poetry' was accepted as legitimate & proved to be popular.
julialenda: ruhlare: Edna St. Vincent Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1922
PortfolioCarmel: Out of the sight and sound of other people, to lie close to you, let the world rush by. To watch with you suns rising, moons rising in that purple edge outside most people’s vision—to hear high music that only birds can hear.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
to Arthur Davison Ficke
PoetNotRockStar: “Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and—and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
No_way_but_this: Opus 181
Arthur Davison Ficke
Skeptical cat,
Calm your eyes, and come to me.
For long ago, in some palmed forest,
I too felt claws curling
Within my fingers...
Moons wax and wane;
My eyes, too, once narrowed and widened...
Why do you shrink back?
Come to me: let me pat you—
DisincarnateEVL: Arthur Davison Ficke, The Soul Looks Within Seeking to Discover its True Color, n.d.
jafcosales: "The collector attempts always to acquire the best, and his knowledge of what is best is always widening. His is the task of judging between degrees of perfection." -- Arthur Davison Ficke
Poemas_del_alma: Arthur Davison Ficke
FelwaAlhudaithy: “You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay, in a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 January 1922
blackfleurs: “Please tell me how you are, and how you spend your time. Tell me what I don’t want to hear. It’s all right. I can stand anything. Except your silence.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke.
Fixedthatforya: memoryslandscape: 89words: “You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, in a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 January 1922
joyceamen_: "So you have been reading old letters. I must do that, too.—Consider, old friend, that someday our letters may be published in print! At least it would need nothing more than a premature death or two!" — Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1920
BeineckeLibrary: Arthur Davison Ficke Papers
yourdailypoetry: From “Sonnets of a Portrait Painter”
SforScorpio: Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vinc...
