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(photographs: Tom Davis)


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

 

buttercups

 

 

 

 

buttercups

 

Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
Of rapture You have wrought.

 

from Robert W. Service, Lord let me live

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Apologies for the long break. Life came before art, as it sometimes does. Back to normal now.

 

 

 

Monday, June 26, 2017

 

flower

 

 

 

 

whose action is no stronger than a flower

 


Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays?

O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

 


Shakespeare, Sonnet 65

 

 

 

 

 


 

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