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October 2013

TOLKIEN ~ REMEMBERING PAST SEASONS

in Poetry of Art by
monique

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

Vasilevskoë – Autumn

Wassily Kandinsky – 1903

VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ THE POETRY OF HUMAN LIFE

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by
woolf

“That perhaps is your task–to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry and so give us tragedy again and comedy by means of characters not spun out at length in the novelist’s way, but condensed and synthesized in the poet’s way–that is what we look to you to do now.”
― Virginia Woolf

Photograph: Virginia and Leonard Woolf

E.E. CUMMINGS ~ YOU ARE…

in Poetry of Art by
monique

“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
― E.E. Cummings

Christian Rohlfs,
Dancing around the Ball of the Sun, 1916

FRANZ KAFKA ~ UNHAPPY DREAMS

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by
kafka

“But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.”
― Franz Kafka

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