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The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes
lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape,
remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday,
lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons,
memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
Truman Capote
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold
is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered,
and after some time then thaw and become audible, so
that words spoken in winter go unheard
until the next summer.
Plutarch (45AD-125AD), Moralia.
William Butler Yeats (1865?1939)
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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| P.J.C.Gabri?l:Watercourse near Abcoude". 1878. |
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
The Netherlands
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green..
Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood
Of their own higher half, and willowy swamp..
Farmhouses that at anchor seem'd--in the inland sky
The fog-transfixing Spires..
Water, wide water, greenness and green banks,
And water seen..
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"Where Have All the Grandmas gone".
In the dim and distant past
When life's tempo wasn't so fast,
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.
When the kids were in a jam,
They could always call on Gram.
But today she's in the gym
Exercising to keep slim.
She's checking the web or surfing the net,
Sending some e-mail or placing a bet.
Nothing seems to stop or block her,
Now that Grandma's off her rocker.
Author unknown.And who is Rosie the Riveter? Read more about her on my Sacramento page
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| "the smoke, that thunders". |
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| View from Navajo Bridge, Arizona. |
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| Cape Agoulhas, SA, lighthouse. |
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Some Like Poetry
Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
Wislawa Szymborska (b.1923, Poland.
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1996.)
translation by
Regina Grol
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was_the_beav Thu Oct 1, 2009 02:52 UTC
Beautiful flowers.....it's been wayyyy too long since we talked. I'll change that soon--have lots to tell you!xoxox | daarth Thu Apr 30, 2009 21:02 UTC
Thanks Anna! And it's so nice to hear from you again ;-))) | sim1 Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:51 UTC
Prettige Kerstdagen en een heel Gelukkig Nieuwjaar 2009 gewenst Anna! :-) | La_Holandesa Wed Dec 5, 2007 10:48 UTC
Hoi Anna! Hoor de wind waait door de bomen....Prettig Sinterklaasfeest!!! and dont eat too many chocoladeletters ;) Veel groetjes van mij! |
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