Category: art

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Dolly Parton. I Will Always Love You.

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Summer grass aches and whispers.

It wants something; it calls and sings; it pours
out wishes to the overhead stars.

The rain hears; the rain answers; the rain is slow
coming; the rain wets the face of the grass.

Summer Grass, Carl Sandburg

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The stars are pinned between the leaves
of the trees, and love is only a harbinger,
a regular Boy Scout handbook
of things not to do, and how to do other things,
small chores you’d never think of,
and supper gets cold on the table.
But I can’t leave here without
taking you with me.
And the formal customs we once had,
like wearing red during hunting season,
are only signposts pointing the way
in and out of the territories—
colored leaves floating on the water,
hesitant, before the rains come.

Field Guide, Cynthia Zarin

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Through the young and awkward hours
my lady perfectly moving,
through the new world scarce astir
my fragile lady wandering
in whose perishable poise
is the mystery of Spring
(with her beauty more than snow
dexterous and fugitive
my very frail lady drifting
distinctly, moving like a myth
in the uncertain morning, with
April feet like sudden flowers

From “Puella Mea” [Through the young and awkward hours], E. E. Cummings

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The danger and its necessity focused them, made them calm. (TM)

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“a notion of the possible whose outlines were fuzzy and amorphous” (SH)

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Lucretius loved Epicurus, knew
the world through him; his
meaning was clear: love as a way
of knowing, of assuming the known.

To know is to narrate.
People die trying to tell what
it was like there then. Others
die of not trying. The form of this
telling is, for example,
a trellis. A growth controlled
unpredictable within measure.

Trellis. Tri licium. three threads.
The weaver knows
through the fingers the way worlds
hold together. Basket makers.
The shadow of a trellis is filled
against itself, against measure.
See the sun try again to
stop the movement of the rose

climbing among the woven ways.

Making It Up as You Go Along , Bin Ramke

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“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”

So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

“Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.”

The Clod and the Pebble, William Blake

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To be free is to need some fresh air
and to be able to get up and go outside

Don’t say we didn’t warn you

The Following Scan Will Last Four Minutes, Lieke Marsman, Translated from the Dutch by Sophie Collins

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Miami reached 100F this afternoon for only the second time since 1895. This ties the all-time high temperature record last reached in 1942. (weather.gov)