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"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."

- William Blake (via observando)

jpsx:

Gustave Doré- la catastrophe du mont Cervin- 1865
contemporary-voyage:

Asger Carlsen and Roger Ballen, Place of the Inside Out

A Poison Tree

al3xithymic:

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree. 

-William Blake

luminous-void:

William Blake, The First Book of Urizen, plate 10 (A Small Book of Designs), n.d.