from Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea

 

Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea

by Adonis (Ali Ahmad Said)

Maybe
there is no love on earth
except the one we imagine
we will win, some day

Don’t stop
Go on with the dance, dear love, dear poetry
even if it were death

I imagine I am the so

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"Hawk"

 

 

This morning
the hawk
rose up
out of the meadow's browse
and swung over the lake-
it settled
on the small black dome
of a dead pine,
alert as an admiral,
its profile
distinguished with sideburns
the color of smoke,
and I said: remember
this is not

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Yes, I am a dreamer

 

Yes, I am a dreamer.
For a dreamer is one
who can only find his way
by moonlight,
and his punishment is that
he sees the dawn before
the rest of the world.

 

- Oscar Wilde

Painting: "Evening", by Austrian painter Hans Zatzka

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WALDEINSAMKEIT (Gedicht)

 

WALDEINSAMKEIT

Ich hab in meinen Jugendtagen
wohl auf dem Haupt einen Kranz
getragen;

die Blumen glänzten wunderbar,
ein Zauber in dem Kranze war.

Der schöne Kranz gefiel wohl allen,
doch der ihn trug, hat manchem
mißfallen;
ich floh den gelben M

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The witchery of living...

 

“The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you, my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its pe

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I live my life in widening circles (Poem)

 

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I will give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know:

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Sleeping in the Forest: Poem by Mary Oliver

Today I offer up “Sleeping in the Forest” by Mary Oliver as our daily pause with nature.

 

 

 

Sleeping in the Forest
By: Mary Oliver

 

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of l

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The morning is stormy...

 

The morning is stormy
in the heart of summer.

Like white farewell handkerchiefs
the clouds wave, they sway
the wind with hands feverish for travel.

-Pablo Neruda-

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Oh Earth...

 

Oh Earth, you are too dear tonight,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy fragrance &the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have … what have I
That I can give you in return-
Except my body aft

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I talk to the Moon

 

I talk to the Moon
by Stalwart Dull

I talk to the moon when
I find myself alone
Start writing with my pen
And throw myself a stone

 

I talk to the moon when
I start thinking of you
As I count one to ten
What am I supposed to do?

 

I talk to the

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THE SPIRIT OF AUTUMN

 

THE SPIRIT OF AUTUMN

I am the burnished leaves of gold
The early morning mist, your breath of cold
The tiny toadstools in the grass
The crunch of leaf-laiden, woodland paths
The breeze that carries, the leaves away
And causes the branches, to roc

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Estoic Echoes... A collaborated Poetic Verse

 A collaborated Poetic Verse..

 

 

Raven Leads My Way Again..

 

-All Rights Reserved

 

 

Madrugada - Call My Name

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A Pilgrim’s Song

by Joshua Gage

 

The fog gathers
its robe at my knees.
A wild goose cries,
lost from her flock.

Blown by Autumn winds,
I have become
dust upon the road.
Even my footprints vanish.

Deserted for twelve long years,
the crooked path
that leads to the te

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I Will Sit With You

 

 "I Will Sit With You" 

i will sit with you
through good times and bad

i will sit with you
when all else have fled

i will be there for you
when you need a friend

i will go through it
with you til the very end

i will be there
when the darkness engulfs you

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Poem

 

 

When you’ve nothing to give
But, the love within your heart
A gentle touch
Is everything

 

 

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Poem written by Athey Thompson
Picture taken by J Peterson
Held at the Shetland Museum Archives

 

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I cast my eyes out to the sea

Art by Jungsuk Lee

 

I cast my eyes out to the sea
and gaze at all eternity
until forever turns to night.
My eyes then lift to catch starlight ..

By Richelle E. Goodrich

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The Wind

Artist Charlotte Bird

 

The Wind

by Robert Louis Stevenson.

 

“I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky;

And all around I heard you pass,

Like ladies' skirts across the grass--

  O wind, a-blowing all day long,

  O wind, that

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"In the air tonight"

 

 

 

"In the air tonight"

Coming so bright
building up a huge light
Shining through a dream tonight
Shining through
A fluid light
Held up
Held
As if a huge hand holding it up
No boarders
just the endless oceanic blue air light
Coming so bright

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What do you say this year...

 

 

It makes sense
that your habits
have been so inconsistent
and hard to get in line

 

the prism of our desires
points light in all directions

 

to be healthy, to be safe,
to be brave, to be comfortable,
to climb mountains,
to eat cake,
to experie

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