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Art – Lothlórien by Tara Rueping

Silence

“When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
Wisława Szymborska

Johan (John) Kindborg (Sweden, 1861-1907)

Meet the moon

“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
Robert Frost

Lilian May Miller – Moon rise over a Kyoto hillside, 1924

Fairy Tales

“O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.”
Leo Rosten

Art by Nadezhda Illarionova.

Foreign Country

He couldn’t be captured in a phrase
Or one hundred…

He was like no one,

He was like a foreign country
That you travelled through
Eerie landscapes and glistening lakes
Towards horizons
Camouflaged in mists
Precluding
Happiness
once felt
And dreamed about.

He was like a giant umbrella
In bright colors
Protective of winds and shadows
Bandaging unseen wounds
In tenderness and
Love.

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Art – Harald Sohlberg

Reposting an old poem written in 2015

Remedios laughs

Remedios laughs, but her laughter resonates in another world,” wrote Octavio Paz about the Spanish surrealist in an article entitled, “Apparitions and Disappearances.”
https://aldianews.com/articles/culture/social/remedios-varo-witch-mexican-surrealism/57974

Art – Remedios Varo

Deserts at Blue Insights

“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”
Michael Ondaatje,The English Patient

…As among dunes you can only see God or who you want. To see.
No assault to the imagination. No questions and whispers by people.
Only the wind carries wishes afar.

A poem soaring above the dunes brings the clarity of music and has the speed of sound.
And we get to see the glassy shine of Orion…
Love among deserts is never the same.

Part of magic deserts by Ivan Fedorovich Choultse.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/deserts-5edc8c8b256a

Aftermath

Aftermath
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.

Art – Samuel Palmer, Harvest Moon, The Weald, Kent, 1833


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‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson,- ‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’.

http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/02/24/advertising-on-this-website/

Emile Branchard – Winter Night c.1930′s

Happy New Year

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
T.S. Eliot
Happy New Year

Art – Japanese Lantern by Oda Krohg, 1886