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Thursday, September 21, 2017


wild horses





Wild horses

I am amazed at the joy of the horses
They beat on the earth with small round sharp hoofs
They cut the face of the earth to wrinkles
And thunder their life and lust in God's face

Yvor Winters






Wednesday, September 20, 2017









Soft, silent Time that comes apace
O'er human flowers that bloom,
You quickly change youth to old age,
And lead life toward the tomb.

Bright turf-born gosling of the field,
Teach us to smile, and give
A perfume from a fragrant soul,
That on and on shall live.


Jared Barhite, Dandelion






Tuesday, September 19, 2017









attain God...
he said, then realised
it had been done
with nothing
but sunflowers


from Nicolette Stasko, Conseil de Gauguin (advice from Gauguin)






Monday, September 18, 2017









These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies resume
The old -- old sophistries of June --
A blue and gold mistake.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear --
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.


From Emily Dickinson, These are the days when Birds come back







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