Poetry
Poetry · Reflection
THE ENCHANTMENTS OF THE SIRENS
THE SIRENS ARE ENCHANTERS Circe warns Odysseus about the Sirens: “You will come first of all to the Sirens, who are enchanters
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Poetry · Essay
Together In Our Endless Solitude ~ Paul Eluard
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I travel Have given to…
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Leonard Cohen ~ A Memoir Of Melancholy
Leonard Cohen (1934 – 2016) “Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.” We mourn the passing of a Leonard Norman Cohen: Canadian Singer, Songwriter, Poet and Novelist.…
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ERATO, MUSE OF POETRY
Erato, Muse Of Poetry Sir Edward John Poynter (1870)
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D.H. LAWRENCE ~ ROSES
Roses Nature responds so beautifully. Roses are only once-wild roses, that were given an extra chance, So they bloomed out and filled themselves with coloured fulness Out of sheer desire to be splendid, and more splendid. D.H. Lawrence “My Sweet Rose” (1903) John William Waterhou
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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ SILENT WORDS
”The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words.” Anna Akhmatova ((23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa) www.moniquespassions.com
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CHRISTINA ROSSETTI ~ OCTOBER
OCTOBER Crack your first nut and light your first fire; Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar; Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher, Logs are cheery as sun or as star, Logs we can find wherever we are. Spring one soft day will open the leaves, Spring one bright day w
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DOROTHY PARKER ~ MIDNIGHT
Midnight The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf or single blade is here- All blend to one. No moonbeam cuts the air; a sapphire light Rolls lazily. and slips again to rest. There is no edged thing in all this night,
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THE BALLOON
“Hands, do what you’re bid;Bring the balloon of the mindThat bellies and drags in the windInto its narrow shed.”William Butler Yeats Photo: The Balloon Merchant, 1931 Jules Brassai
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ANNE BRONTE ~ THE SILENT HOUR OF NIGHT
“I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.” ― Anne Brontë – Moonlit Landscape, by Edward Steichen, 1907
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EVENING WHISPERS
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when a
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PAINTINGS SPEAKING POETRY
“Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, / In some melodious plot / of beechen green, and shadows numberless, / Singest of summer in full-throated ease.” John Keats Nest of the dryad Thomas Benjamin Kennington – Date unknown
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