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When the poem takes off Photographer unknown

- Love, …

… Las estrellas se ríen mirándome amarrado a la montaña. - Poemas del Camino. Manuel Chaparro Wert.

… y yo sigo detrás de mi quimera con tu divina luz que, al ser humana, se torna en luz mezquina de candiles. - Poemas del Camino. Manuel Chaparro Wert.

Evening Peace Charles Burchfield 1951

More minimalist poetry from Taste of Cherry director Abbas Kiarostami A flowing stream in a scorched desert seeking the thirsty

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Mist Phantoms at Dawn Charles Burchfield 1960

You walk into the dawn river of light, barefoot child. I love you with a song of air and mud, you smile. You Smile. Awaken Self, silent of joy, I return dust to stream, enlightened.

Leaves of basho seedling do not cast shadow, such is their transparency.

night of thousand moons one per drop at cicada crag spring

Where the travellers journey is done.” - W. Blake

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Through My Looking Glass S.Gayle Stevens 2011

My spice jars, in a cardboard box, along with two small Nokia phones and a copy of Aquinas's Summa Contra Gentiles.

Hardly, the children write arabic numerals in notebooks that smell of smoke. Their parents, harvesting the orange. -Winter morning at the crops school

A new Buddha has taken up residence on the park bench. I recognize him, motionless, his silent gaze fixed on some point about three meters away, in another universe.

A buttercup between rain and light — fragile, sure, present. Maybe that’s enough. #photographersofbluesky #photography #fotografie #macro #naturfotografie #autumn

Cloud on the Cumbrian fells above my studio in Hartsop Watercolour on Two Rivers paper 450x320mm #ArtYear #Watercolour #Watercolor

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River bed, Scotland. #photography #rivers

. From 'The North Ship' (1945) —Phillip Larkin #poetry #poem #booksky

Liathach

L’Ermite devant le Mystère Magda Delgado, mixed media, 2017 magdadelgado.com/2017 #art #sculpture

"in a room as big as loneliness my heart which is as big as love" no one can make the tears come quite like she can. 🩶

あてもなく踏み歩く草はみな枯れたり Aimlessly, I walk through the withered grass. 山頭火 Santoka (tr. John Stevens) #haiku #俳句

Untitled Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.

Back Yard Riot, Dot Swoosh series Erik Foss, water based paint , acrylic and graphite on canvas, 2020 www.erikfossnyc.com/dance-painti... #art #sculpture

Extraordinary hiding in the drifting clouds— bristle with fierce love #Photography #Landscape #Nature #Outdoors #Fog #FoggyFriday #Poetry #Haiku #Nikon #CaptureOne

Hilan delgado https://collections.artsmia.org/art/80354/

It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder. ~ Leonard Cohen (1934-2016) #Photography, Masao Yamamoto.

22/11/25 - nocturn