Tag Archives: poetry

between.

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“i simply do not distinguish between work and play.”

-mary oliver

r.i.p. mary oliver, one of my favorite poets – i agree.

 

 

image credit: alice boughton,

Teachers and kindergarten students

Warm-toned Gelatin Silver Print unmounted 1910 USA

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luster.

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‘there is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky.’

-percy bysshe shelly

i’m not sure about today’s

hail, rain, snow, sun, wind, lightning, and thunder.

i suppose some could classify these as ‘luster’,

but probably not ‘harmony.’

 

 

 

autumnal tints.

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“october is the month for painted leaves….

as fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall,

so the year near its setting.

october is its sunset sky; november the later twilight.’

~henry david thoreau, “Autumnal Tints”

 

 

 

image credit: “Autumnal Equinox” by Maggie Vandewalle – TREES

journey.

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“One day you finally knew what you had to do,

and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice —

 though the whole house began to tremble

and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

 “Mend my life!” each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do, though the wind

pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations

though their melancholy was terrible.

It was already late enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, as you left your voice behind,

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds

and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own,

that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,

determined to do the only thing you could do —

determined to save the only life that you could save.”

 

credits: papercut by annie howe papercuts, poetry by Mary Oliver – ‘Journey.’