Roses of Saadi

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 9, 2015
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Roses of Saadi
Les roses de Saadi
― Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

I wanted to bring you this morning roses;
J’ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses ;
But I was so caught up in my closed belts
Mais j’en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes
Tight knots that could not contain them.
Que les noeuds trop serrés n’ont pu les contenir.

The nodes erupted. Roses, flights
Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées
In the wind, the sea in all went.
Dans le vent, à la mer s’en sont toutes allées.
They followed the water, never to return;
Elles ont suivi l’eau pour ne plus revenir ;

The wave appeared as red and inflamed.
La vague en a paru rouge et comme enflammée.
Tonight, my dress is still balmy …
Ce soir, ma robe encore en est tout embaumée…
Breathe on me-in the fragrant memory.
Respires-en sur moi l’odorant souvenir.”

Dream of the Lynx

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 8, 2015
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Dream of the Lynx
~ John Haines

Beside a narrow trail in the blue
cold of evening, the trap is sprung,
and a growling deep in the throat
tells of life risen
to the surface of darkness.

The moon in my dream takes the shape
of animals who walk by its light
and never sleep, whose yellow eyes
are certain of what they seek.

Sinking, floating beneath the eyelid,
hairy shape of the slayer appears,
a shadow that crouches
hidden in a thicket of alders,
nostrils quivering;
and the ever-deepening track
of the unseen, feeding host.

Monochrome Madness – “Country”

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 6, 2015
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Monochrome Madness is back with Leanne’s return from her visit in the States. Today’s monthly theme is “country” and will will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne Cole’s blog. If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the upcoming weeks, please email your monochrome image to leanne@leannecole.com.au and include a link to your blog or website if you have one. It doesn’t have to be WordPress blogger, it can be a Facebook page, a Flickr page, etc. Include your name or your blog name. The image size should be low resolution, so the largest size should be 1000 pixels or less. The deadline for submission is before 6 p.m. on or before Tuesday, Melbourne Australia time. The earlier the better for Leanne. If you should miss the deadline your photograph will be posted the following week. The complete instructions are posted on Leanne’s blog should you have any questions or need help. The first MM of every month will have a theme.

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Providence ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 5, 2015
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“Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things,our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”  ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty

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Cryptozoa

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 4, 2015
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Cryptozoa
 James Tate

I wish the stone lady would come to me.
Parakeet or no parakeet
the night is a vial of lighterfluid.
And I have been good, composing the perishable song
of my childhood: one dollar, one frond
meekly but loyally exploding the oath of circles.
I have been the best wound a diamond ever knew.

But what can I do for you? Write an encyclopedia
to which the least gnat could gain entrance?
I love you and I do not love you, perambulating utensils,
street names. An old man is giving mirrors
to a young girl. The meek have inherited the flypaper.
The past is more present than this moment.
I am drinking at a spring, my skin
is red and white. A little burning sensation,
a little joy I leave forever.

Oh well, I keep singing: I sing the song
of utensils, and there is one of street names,
and one of the names of dead pets.
The next day I am giving mirrors to a young girl.
I give free shoes for life to a stone lady.
She walks on air, she walks near the earth
in a region called the cryptoshere.

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The Love Song

Posted by Maverick ~ on October 1, 2015
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ― T.S. Eliot

“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
❤

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If I…

Posted by Maverick ~ on September 30, 2015
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“If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day,
if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation,
If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience…
would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

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