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Dec. 1st, 2024

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Shall we take a walk? :)

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Nov. 20th, 2024

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Bossa Nova Jazz

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Sep. 9th, 2024

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Coffee with a view

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Source: coffee-mood.livejournal.com/4694608.html

Aug. 10th, 2024

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Poem of the day, by Osip Mandelshtam

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Osip Mandelshtam

Take from my open hands for your delight...

Take from my open hands for your delight
A bit of honey and a bit of sun
As willed to us the bees of Proserpina.

Not to untie again an unmoored boat,
And not to know a shadow shod in fur,
Nor yet to conquer fear of dreary lifetime:

To us remain but kisses in the night,
Fuzzy and shivering like little bees
That fall and die as they depart the hive.

They shimmer in transparent nigthtime breeze,
Their home is haunted forest of Taigetos,
They feast on mint, and honeycomb, and spacetime.

Take then my wild gift for your delight,
A simple wreath of withered little bees
That died as they changed honey into sun.

Translated by Ilya Shambat
Осип Мандельштам

Возьми на радость из моих ладоней...

Возьми на радость из моих ладоней
Немного солнца и немного меда,
Как нам велели пчелы Персефоны.

Не отвязать неприкрепленной лодки,
Не услыхать в меха обутой тени,
Не превозмочь в дремучей жизни страха.

Нам остаются только поцелуи,
Мохнатые, как маленькие пчелы,
Что умирают, вылетев из улья.

Они шуршат в прозрачных дебрях ночи,
Их родина — дремучий лес Тайгета,
Их пища — время, медуница, мята.

Возьми ж на радость дикий мой подарок,
Невзрачное сухое ожерелье
Из мертвых пчел, мед превративших в солнце.


Aug. 5th, 2024

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"August", by Boris Pasternak

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«Август»

Борис Пастернак

1953 год.

Как обещало, не обманывая,
Проникло солнце утром рано
Косою полосой шафрановою
От занавеси до дивана.

Оно покрыло жаркой охрою
Соседний лес, дома поселка,
Мою постель, подушку мокрую,
И край стены за книжной полкой.

Read more... )

As promised in most truthful fashion,
The sun got in resolved to lounge
And laid a slanting strip of saffron
Between the curtain and the couch.

He splashed hot ochre, having pointed
At nearby woods, the township land,
My bed, the pillow slightly moistened,
Some of the wall behind the stand.

Read more... )
 
And a more literal, unrhymed translation, if you wish to compare:

As promised and without deception,
The sun passed through in early morning
In a slanting saffron stripe
From the curtain to the sofa.

It covered with burning ochre
The neighboring woods, village houses,
My bed, the wet pillow
And the strip of wall behind the bookshelf.

 

Read more... )

Aug. 4th, 2024

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Butterfly on flowers

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Jan. 20th, 2024

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2 Hour Party Steel Rhythm Relaxing Steel Drums Steel Drum Band

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Sep. 4th, 2022

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"Ode to the End of Summer", by Phyllis McGinley

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Ode to the End of Summer

Summer, adieu
          Adieu gregarious season.
Goodbye, 'revoir, farewell.
Now day comes late; now chillier blows the breeze on
Forsaken beach and boarded-up hotel.
Now wild geese fly together in thin lines
And Tourist Homes take down their lettered signs.

It fades--this green this lavish interval
This time of flowers and fruits,
Of melon ripe along the orchard wall,
Of sun and sails and wrinkled linen suits;
Time when the world seems rather plus than minus
And pollen tickles the allergic sinus.
Read more... )

Aug. 20th, 2022

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Butterflies on the elderberry bush

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Wishing everyone a great weekend and a good week ahead!

Jun. 23rd, 2020

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Good morning!

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(A colleague who's an avid gardener brought me these; aren't they gorgeous?)

May. 6th, 2020

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A walk through the forest

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https://youtu.be/weoiGgAexP8

Enjoy the lovely summer adventure! This almost 2-hour video will take you on a walking tour along the Tradition Lake Loop Trail on a warm sunny day. Get inspired by the lovely views of forest landscapes! Walk along wild moss-covered paths, cross the wooden bridges, and continue your walking tour near the Lake Sammamish.

Nov. 27th, 2019

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Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania

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A bit of summer on this wet November day :)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7rkUBkhgdE

Aug. 20th, 2018

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A rainbow for your Monday :)

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Aug. 8th, 2018

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Happy Wednesday!

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Jul. 24th, 2018

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"Summer Evening", by Walter De La Mare

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"The sandy cat by the Farmer’s chair
Mews at his knee for dainty fare;
Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.

In the dewy fields the cattle lie
Chewing the cud ‘neath a fading sky;
Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
Gone is another summer’s day."

- Walter De La Mare

Jul. 10th, 2018

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"The Mermaid", by Tennyson

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THE MERMAID

by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Illustration by Warwick Goble.

I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,
'Who is it loves me? who loves not me?'

I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,

And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;

Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate

With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.

(originally posted by Winifred Adams in the Poets Illustrated FB group)

Jan. 29th, 2018

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A bit of summer, and magic ;)

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Anne Rides on a Nautilus Shell ~ The Enchanted Forest ~ 1921
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

(from Once Upon A Time Classic Illustration FB page)




Mermaid with merbaby--1911 Collier's Magazine coverthree more: )

Sep. 23rd, 2017

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Gaillardia, or Blanket Flower

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gaillardia (GAY-lahr-dee-uh) - n., any of several American composite flowers of the genus Gaillardia widely cultivated for their large red, yellow, or bicolored flower heads.


Also called blanket flower, possibly because of colors that look like Native American blankets. Named in the 1880s for Gaillard de Charentonneau, an 18th-century French amateur botanist and patron of botany.

Gaillardia Fairy

There once was a child in a garden,
Who loved all my colours of flame,
The crimson and scarlet and yellow—
But what was my name?

For Gaillardia’s hard to remember!
She looked at my yellow and red,
And thought of the gold and the glory
When the sun goes to bed;

And she troubled no more to remember,
But gave me a splendid new name;
She spoke of my flowers as Sunsets—
Then you do the same!
—Cicely Mary Barker


---L.

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] prettygoodword at gaillardia
Crossposts: http://prettygoodword.dreamwidth.org/671848.html
You can comment here or there.

Sep. 22nd, 2017

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"The Poppy Fairy", by Cicely Mary Barker

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The Poppy Fairy

The green wheat's a-growing,
The lark sings on high;
In scarlet silk a-glowing,
Here stand I.

The wheat's turning yellow,
Ripening for sheaves;
I hear the little fellow
Who scares the bird-thieves.

Now the harvest's ended,
The wheat-field is bare;
But still, red and splendid,
I am there.

Flower Fairies of the Summer | Cicely Mary Barker.

Aug. 27th, 2017

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"Berries", by Walter de la Mare

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(reposted from David Malcomson, in the Poets Illustrated FB group)

same in text format: )