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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)

“Back then, at the Leipzig Zoo, everything lay ahead of him. The sky was blue, unclouded, just like the future beginning at that very moment. No thought of walls and barbed wire, of mortal fear and dark forests from which there was no escape.”

In 17th‑century Ireland, women gathered Midsummer dew to wash their faces, believing it carried “the strength of the year’s longest breath.” Modern botanists note dew at solstice contains higher concentrations of airborne pollen, making it unusually fragrant. #FairyTaleTuesday

@ATRightMovies You want awe-inspiring…

Is this the most awe-inspiring scene in cinema?

Boccaccio’s Calandrino was the first and last man who felt himself with child. Fatherhood, in the sense of conscious begetting, is unknown to man. It is a mystical estate, an apostolic succession, from only begetter to only begotten.—Stephen is obsessed with fatherhood.

I was borne along by dreams… —Edgar Lee Masters: Willard Fluke

@ATRightMovies Walter Huston in The Devil & Daniel Webster impresses me. He doesn't go the later route of sinister & intimidating that stars often descend to as they mistake eerie for threatening. True evil is friendlier I believe, that's the trick. Satan is a deceiver. Walter acts mischievous.

@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