summer grass

dry-dry summer grass       ©fourteenth

Stranger, tell the people of *Lacedaemon
That we who lie here obeyed their commands.

Book 7, Ch. 228

Herodotus

*Lacedaemon is the ancient name for Sparta

Let us be...a poem by Hafiz

©fourteenth

Let us be like

Two falling stars in the day sky.

Let no one know of our sublime beauty

As we hold hands with God

And burn

Into a sacred existence that defies -

That surpasses

Every description of ecstasy

And love.

Hafiz

for {you}

©fourteenth

The beginning often holds the clue to everything that follows.

John O' Donohue

light tree

©fourteenth

light tree

κοίλον

©fourteenth

 κοίλον

...shade that quivers to the changeful breeze,
Or the cave's shelter.


Virgil






☀

O Little Root of a Dream

©fourteenth

                        O little root of a dream 
                        you hold me here 
                        undermined by blood, 
                        no longer visible to anyone, 
                        property of death.

                        Curve a face
                        that there may be speech, of earth, 
                        of ardor, of
                        things with eyes, even
                        here, where you read me blind,

                        even 
                        here, 
                        where you 
                        refute me, 
                        to the letter.

                        Paul Celan

silence

©fourteenth










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οἱ ψυχές

© Χρήστος Μαρκίδης, από τη σειρά Ημεροδρόμιο

©Χρήστος Μαρκίδης

H´

Μὰ τί γυρεύουν οἱ ψυχές μας ταξιδεύοντας
πάνω σὲ καταστρώματα κατελυμένων καραβιῶν
στριμωγμένες μὲ γυναῖκες κίτρινες καὶ μωρὰ ποὺ κλαῖνε
χωρὶς νὰ μποροῦν νὰ ξεχαστοῦν οὔτε μὲ τὰ χελιδονόψαρα
οὔτε μὲ τ᾿ ἄστρα ποὺ δηλώνουν στὴν ἄκρη τὰ κατάρτια.
Τριμμένες ἀπὸ τοὺς δίσκους τῶν φωνογράφων
δεμένες ἄθελα μ᾿ ἀνύπαρχτα προσκυνήματα
μουρμουρίζοντας σπασμένες σκέψεις ἀπὸ ξένες γλῶσσες.

Μὰ τί γυρεύουν οἱ ψυχές μας ταξιδεύοντας
πάνω στὰ σαπισμένα θαλάσσια ξύλα
ἀπὸ λιμάνι σὲ λιμάνι;

Γιῶργος Σεφέρης - «Μυθιστόρημα»



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What are they after, our souls, travelling
on the decks of decayed ships
crowded in with sallow women and crying babies
unable to forget themselves either with the flying fish
or with the stars that the masts point out at their tips;
grated by gramophone records
committed to non-existent pilgrimages unwillingly
murmuring broken thoughts from foreign languages.

What are they after, our souls, travelling
on rotten brine-soaked timbers
from harbour to harbour?

George Seferis, Mythistorema

the one word that will protect you...

©fourteenth

I would like to give you the silver

branch, the small white flower, the one

word that will protect you

from the grief at the center

of your dream, from the grief

at the center.

Margaret Atwood

warm trees

©fourteenth

η εικόνα είναι το γεγονός

Χάρης Βλαβιανός

up to the light

©fourteenth

Οὐκ ἐμεῦ ἀλλὰ τοῦ λόγου ἀκούσαντας ὁμολογέειν σοφόν ἐστι, ἓν πάντα εἶναι. 

ΗΡΑΚΛΕΙΤΟΣ

It is wise for those who hear, not me, but the universal Reason, to confess that all things are one.

 Heracletus 

 (translation from The Fragments of the Work of Heraclitus of Ephesus on Nature, by G.T.W. Patrick, Baltimore: N. Murray, 1889.)

greece

©fourteenth

Χῶρες τοῦ ἥλιου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἥλιο.

Χῶρες τοῦ ἀνθρώπου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἄνθρωπο.

Γ. Σεφέρης

(with brightness of peace)

©fourteenth

... (with brightness of peace)

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places


yes is a world
& in this world
of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

 e. e. cummings




(with thanks to the exceptional blog
love is a place for inspiration on the title.)

center-centering (portraits)

François Devi

 Amy Erickson 

ouranos - gaia

ouranos-gaia

hay circle

hay - circle

orange-filled

Orange-filled field

dancing without a dime

dancing in the light

singing bush

love of mountains and all that is sky

cloud mountain

light mountain

love of mountains