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| dream2©fourteenth “I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” ― Vincent van Gogh |
21 October 2012
25 September 2012
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things: Gerard Manely Hopkins
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It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889
18 September 2012
The silence is all white : Ivan Goll
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The god is all white
The silence is all white
Yet somewhere a dark water breathes
and prays
My body is all white
Yet somewhere my dark blood breathes
And prays
Der Tempel ist ganz weiss
Der Gott ist ganz weiss
Die Stille ist ganz weiss
Nur irgenwo atmet ein dunkles Wasser
und betet
Mein Leib ist ganz weiss
Nur irgendwo atmet mein dunkles Blut
Und betet
Ivan Goll
from the Malayan Love songs
16 September 2012
nature abstracts
7 September 2012
Bee- eaters and a small brush left on a rock.
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All I can hear is their call. Will we ever meet again?
3 September 2012
The longing of no longing : washed stones
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©Ruth of washed stones
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