"Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year." This line from Millay popped into my head as I read your essay, savoring the feeling that I was being stabbed to death by beauty. I try so hard to deny mortality and you make it impossible. Thank you.
Beautiful piece of writing. Poignant. I am in the orange grove, the long grass, feel the soft sunning joy of it and the expirare... everything comes to an end, but we have had it and it remains in the dust of us. Thank you for writing it.❤️
What a wonderful piece. It is very visual, which I appreciate, from the monthly flash of red to dusty paths above the ocean, to the blissful summer outside, always outside, doing nothing, beautifully nothing, but everything, with a simple life of famous painters and a soft love without ambition.
I saw a Morisot show in Houston a couple of years ago, had loved her painting for ages but had never seen anything but prints. Your essay makes Julie very alive for me.
Beautifully written. I was not familiar with her work or life but this essay made me interested and I’m glad I came across it. She passed 129 years ago tomorrow. Grief has no bounds. Well done Summer.
"Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year." This line from Millay popped into my head as I read your essay, savoring the feeling that I was being stabbed to death by beauty. I try so hard to deny mortality and you make it impossible. Thank you.
Beautiful piece of writing. Poignant. I am in the orange grove, the long grass, feel the soft sunning joy of it and the expirare... everything comes to an end, but we have had it and it remains in the dust of us. Thank you for writing it.❤️
What a wonderful piece. It is very visual, which I appreciate, from the monthly flash of red to dusty paths above the ocean, to the blissful summer outside, always outside, doing nothing, beautifully nothing, but everything, with a simple life of famous painters and a soft love without ambition.
Wonderful 🩵 so many layers...
Gorgeous. As you said, impressionistic. In the form, the cadence, rhythm. You painted with words and the emotion lingers so beautifully in the end.
I saw a Morisot show in Houston a couple of years ago, had loved her painting for ages but had never seen anything but prints. Your essay makes Julie very alive for me.
So enjoyed reading every word of this!
Utterly beautiful. And reading this made me cry a bit.
Beautifully written. I was not familiar with her work or life but this essay made me interested and I’m glad I came across it. She passed 129 years ago tomorrow. Grief has no bounds. Well done Summer.
Reading this beautiful piece I could hear brush stokes upon a canvas. Wonderful!
Beautiful.
Wonderful piece, Summer.
Love this, what beautiful words on grief at the end. Just adored this deeply.
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A beautiful essay Summer. I could imagine myself there with Julie and the green bird in the cage, under all those oranges.
Absolutely heartbreakingly beautiful. 💕