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(photographs: Tom Davis)


Tuesday, August 22, 2017

 

blue

 

 

 

 

fragmentary blue

 

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

 

Robert Frost

 

 

 

 

 


Monday, August 21, 2017

 

landscape

 

 

 

 

landscape

 

The dawn light. A light rain.
I hear it on the treetop leaves.
Then, the mist. The morning wind
blows it and the clouds away.

Now colours deepen, and a sense of grace:
the presence of water.
And then, across the landscape
the smell of morning rain.

 

Du Fu (712-770 AD) tr. Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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