“The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star; there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?”
– Oscar Wilde: De Profundis
Photography art by Annie Leibovitz.
Lois E. Linkens on Sudden Denouement
This burnished arras, the fibre’s thick
Like short red grass. I know t’other face
With heavy gold and Denmark’s seal.
Those bleats of pain are crass
Behind so fine a pile.
https://suddendenouement.com/2019/02/25/polonius-lois-e-linkens/
Lois is a poet and student from England. She is studying the literature of the Romantics and hopes their values and innovations will filter through into her own work. She is working on longer projects at present, with a hope to publish poetry collections and novels in the years to come. She is a feminist, an nostalgic optimist, and a quiet voice in the shadows of Joanne Baillie and Charlotte Smith. It is a pleasure to present her work, and you can find more of it at Lois E. Linkens.
They will continue wandering,
these things of steel among the stars,
and weary men will still go up
to brutalize the placid moon.
There, they will found their pharmacies.
In this time of the swollen grape,
the wine begins to come to life
between the sea and the mountain ranges.
In Chile now, cherries are dancing,
the dark mysterious girls are singing,
and in guitars, water is shining.
The sun is touching every door
and making wonder of the wheat.
The first wine is pink in colour,
is sweet with the sweetness of a child,
the second wine is able-bodied,
strong like the voice of a sailor,
the third wine is a topaz, is
a poppy and fire in one.
My house has both the sea and the earth,
my woman has great eyes
the colour of wild hazelnut,
when night comes down, the sea
puts on a dress of white and green,
and later the moon in the spindrift foam
dreams like a sea-green girl.
– Pablo Neruda
We have had a lot of inquiries about the Sudden Denouement Short Story Contest. We received 129 submissions to the contest from all over the globe and the editors recently completed their first round of judging, choosing the top 24 stories…
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I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E.E. Cummings – I Carry Your Heart (I Carry It In My Heart), 1952
Art by Matteo Massagrande.
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Art by Arthur Rackham.
Today is a day of joy and celebration for all Romanians.
We celebrate the first day of Spring and consequently, we, the beautiful Romanian women, wear the Spring over and in our hearts aided by a small symbol (mărțișor).
La mulți ani!
May your Spring be beautiful
and your hearts be the bearers of flowers and good wishes!
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Happy March Everyone!
Art – March from Eugène Samuel Grasset‘s La Belle Jardinière calendar, 1896
