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another poem and photograph every weekday. Or so.

(photographs: Tom Davis)


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

 

tomato

 

 

 

 

youth

 

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

 

sunflowers

 

 

 

 

sunflowers

 

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

 

seeds

 

 

 

 

seeds

 

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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