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At midnight with starlight to guide there The place where she’s resting in dreams. Oh, may I someday abide there, Life is good however it seems. —Goethe: The Bridegroom (1824)

@Cpt_Rook Home is a hollow between the waves, A clump of nettles, feathery winds, And memory no longer than a day When the animals come back to me From the townland of Carrigskeewaun, From a page lit by the Milky Way. —Michael Longley: Remembering Carrigskeewaun

“Wüsste ich, woher die Gedichte kommen, ich würde dorthin gehen.” - Michael Longley

Winter becomes May snow turns into white blossoms your heart loves again —Heinrich Heine #haiku

The physician, seating himself beside Calandrino, fell to feeling his pulse, and presently he said, “Harkye, Calandrino, to speak to thee as a friend, there aileth thee naught but that thou art with child.” Calandrino fell a-roaring and said, “Woe’s me!”—Boccaccio: The Decameron

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. Yeats

„After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't.“ Ford Madox Ford

Krzew róży pełen kwiatów. Wczoraj w słońcu, dziś w deszczu. 🙂💚🌹#Rose #RoseWednesday #InMyGarden #June10th #Spring #NaturePhotography

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

We build pillow forts Hiding from the brighter world Laughing in secret #haiku

Of all the creatures that might arrive at your door, few carry as much folklore as the bee 🐝 It was once said that a white-tailed bee buzzing around your home foretold the arrival of a female visitor, while a bee that entered freely brought news of a financial windfall soon to come 💰✨ Regardless as to whether or not these things play out in reality, these industrious pollinators bring a different kind of wealth, helping countless wildflowers, fruits, crops and ourselves to thrive 🌼🌿🐝

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@CONSOLMAGNO Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away… Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. —Yeats: To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

@Tree_Folklore Blake: I was walking alone in my garden. There was a great stillness among the branches and flowers. At last, I saw a procession of creatures, of the size and color of grasshoppers, bearing a body laid out in a rose leaf, which they buried with songs and then disappeared.

What do we know about the mortality of fairies? William Blake described how he had once seen a fairy funeral...the tiny body carried upon a rose leaf 🌹 But here in Ireland, as William Butler Yeats wrote "we say they are immortal" 📖 And surely the Fairy Folk must appreciate native wild roses above all others?

Vanished Roads June 21 Wolf Twin Books #books #haiku #poetry

@hodgetts_susan Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid And I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind —Bernie Taupin, thinking about an old girlfriend. tinyurl.com/bds2dp2w

#Thicktrunktuesday 400 year Old Sweet Chestnut, Pontypool Park, Wales . Looking like a true survivor.. I'm still standing after all this time !🎵🌳 . 📷 Mark Zytynski

@ATRightMovies Abbott and Costello Meet the Keystone Cops (1955). Recalls Mack Sennett movies in the silent era, still part of the living memory of the post-war movie audience.