Elizabeth Cusackさんのイラストまとめ

Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie —

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

#SwampSunday
#ofdarkandmacabre #poetry

I deck myself with silks and jewelry,
         I plume myself like any mated dove:
They praise my rustling show, and never see
         My heart is breaking for a little love.

L.E.L., Christina Rossetti

#BookChatWeekly

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802-1838) 🎨 by Maclise

Les Oceanides, by Gustave Dore, (1860). Oceanids mourn the suffering Prometheus.

#FairyTaleTuesday

His daughter it is who keeps poor Odysseus pining there, and who seeks continually with her soft and coaxing words to beguile him into forgetting Ithaka

~ Homer

#FairyTaleTuesday

Mercury Ordering Calypso to Release Odysseus, by Gerard de Lairesse

“All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease!”

– William Shakespeare

#SwampSunday

Stephano, Trinculo and Caliban dancing on the island shore from The Tempest. Art by Johann Heinrich Ramberg

I have kept hidden in the instep arch
Of an old cedar at the waterside
A broken drinking goblet like the Grail
Under a spell so the wrong ones can't find it…
Here are your waters and your watering place.
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

~ Robert Frost
#SwampSunday

“The Persians” takes place in Susa, as the Queen Mother, Atossa, narrates "what is probably the first dream sequence in European theatre."

#FairyTaleTuesday

The Ghost of Darius Appearing to Atossa in “The Persians” by Aeschylus

I am Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to!

~ Aleister Crowley

Peter Paul Rubens, Pan Reclining
#woolly #wyrdwednesday

Ovid named three of the sons of Somnus: Morpheus, who appears in human guise, Icelos or Phobetor, who appears as beasts, and Phantasos, who appears as inanimate objects. #MythologyMonday {Somnus and Mors, Sleep and His Half-Brother Death, by John William Waterhouse}

I've blown the wild untrodden snows
In whirling eddies from their brows,
And I have howled in caverns wild
Where thou, a joyous mountain child,
Didst dearly love to be.
The sweet world is not changed, but thou
Art pining in a dungeon now
Anne Bronte #FairyTaleTuesday