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Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
17 August 2016
16 August 2016
25 November 2015
23 November 2015
22 September 2015
18 September 2015
2 May 2013
31 March 2013
25 February 2013
winter light : a sonnet
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I can see one forming on a winter walkI don't know why I love sonnets.
The trees bowing in the evening light
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?
17 August 2012
...windswept small, dry leaves
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Thursday evening
Walking uphill
whirling circles
of windswept small, dry leaves
at my feet
Rabindranath Tagore: Listen, my heart...
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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Rabindranath Tagore
from Stray Birds
19 June 2012
O Little Root of a Dream
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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
13 June 2012
12 June 2012
greece
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Χῶρες τοῦ ἥλιου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἥλιο.
Χῶρες τοῦ ἀνθρώπου καὶ δὲν μπορεῖτε ν᾿ ἀντικρίσετε τὸν ἄνθρωπο.
Γ. Σεφέρης
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