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The Wounded Angel



Hugo Simberg's painting "The Wounded Angel," completed in 1903, is a poignant and enigmatic masterpiece that has become one of Finland's most iconic artworks. This painting depicts two solemn boys carrying a wounded angel on a stretcher through a de

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Each day is born with a sunrise..



Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.

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Sleeping in the Forest


Sleeping in the Forest
— Mary Oliver


I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white

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The Fairy Shepherd



The Fairy Shepherd
by Cicely Fox Smith


When stars come gleaming one by one,
And fold and farm are still,
O I go out to keep the sheep
All night upon the hill.
My master deems me chill and cold
When he lies warm in bed,

But I run leaping with my flock,
And l

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Something Told the Wild Geese

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“Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,—‘Snow.’
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’
All the

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by Adelaide Crapsey

Art by Alla Tsank

Fugitive, wistful,
Pausing at edge of her going,
Autumn the maiden turns,
Leans to the earth with ineffable
Gesture. Ah, more than
Spring's skies her skies shine
Tender, and frailer
Bloom than plum-bloom or alm

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The Wind And The Leaves



The Wind And The Leaves
by George Cooper

Art by Maja Lindberg

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come o'er the meadows with me, and play'
Put on your dress of red and gold,—
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves h

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The Tree



The Tree
by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Art by William Stephen Coleman

The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while

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Picking Berries

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Picking Berries
by Margaret Sangster


Away to the hill-side on swift little feet,
Trot quick through the meadows in shadow and sun;
Broad brims and deep crowns over brows that are sweet,
And round rosy cheeks that are dimpling with

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For World Bee Day




~ For World Bee Day ~


“Hush now.
The wounds run deep,
but the bees
are full of knowing.

They know the hive
of your heart,
each crooked curled chamber
each hopefully hidden curve,
each darkened holding cell.

They have come
with wings
and song

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A Song of the Spirit



A Song of the Spirit


This is the one I said I would not going to even try to quantify - I felt strongly that either you would either get it, or not (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s

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The Cure For It All




The Cure For It All

Go gently today, don’t hurry
or think about the next thing. Walk
with the quiet trees, can you believe
how brave they are—how kind? Model your life
after theirs. Blow kisses
at yourself in the mirror

especially when
you think you

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