Tag: 20th century
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Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
(my own photo) The most moving novel I’ve read this year, and the most recent one I’ve added to my own home library. Song of Solomon (1977) had been a favorite of mine around the year 2004, and somehow I could not remember anything about it at all but that I had read it and […]
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A Letter between author May Ziadeh and Friend, with My Own Line of Literary Critique
an excerpt from Intimate Pages, Part Two, with dedication to her friend Sidonie Ripperger, in May’s first book of poetry in French, Fleurs de Reve, Flowers of a Dream: …You end your letter by complaining that you are a young girl, not a young man. You are a little right; women have been called “the […]
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Just Because
… 2. One line poem in a minute or less: How do I word this: I want to enjoy a dessert that has not yet existed; I want to kiss as a practice. 😘 (The post’s title is an implied last line of this poem’s first line I’d not known I was going to write, […]
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Leaving the Literary Salon Unattended…
Peeko grooming himself Peeko really never sleeps in this chair I usually sit in during the day, and I hadn’t even remembered that I’d placed this teddybear here…I guess there’s another literary salon going on inside, with Peeko. 🙂 I went out for a walk with music, the sun is bright and soft, the air […]
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May Ziadeh’s ‘Green Hut’ in the Wood, Her Preface to a Favorite Book I Came Across
* These words just held me…I didn’t realize the book, translated as Smiles and Tears by May Ziadeh that I was reading in PDF form today was the book titled Memories or German Love, by F. Max Muller that I’d seen cited as a book she’d translated; I’ve read the book in English. And I […]
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The Mansion Where May Ziadeh Lived and Her Refrain I’d Heard in My Heart Answered
November 26, 2021 (up to date: September 9, 2022) This is the Ziade Palace where poet and author May Ziadeh lived (b. 11 Feb 1886, d. 17 Oct. 1941) in Lebanon. The green gate lead up to the upper floor of the palace and it was said May had lived on the first floor with […]
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It’s An Old Scottish Custom book review
(feat. photo my cat, Peeko lounging like a classy lion with the book about to be reviewed…) *-.-_o-* + As for symbols, I just am really intrigued with this kind of art; it may just happen… (Post Title art made with symbols) … …now onto the book review of It’s An Old Scottish Custom by […]
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From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
I have an idea for the blog to share my own little lines of literary critique of May’s writings (besides my book review of her poetry book, Fleurs de Reve Flowers of a Dream, 1911), the kind of attentiveness she valued in her own reviews and critiques, ’tho would’ve rarely in her time and place […]
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From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
I am starting to write my new short story after a walk in the sun now; take me out of the spotlight, I ask myself, and so I share someone else’s writing that’s amused and inspired me, with a note of mine on a little idea to come.
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To Pauline by May Ziadeh
May wrote many free verse poems; many of her first poems were written in French. TO PAULINE by May Ziadeh But what do you become my sweet black-eyed friend? Why this long, this too long, overwhelming silence? So many days without color and so many sad evenings— Did your dear heart erase my presence? You […]
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Five Quotes from the Past That Feel True Now
July 22, 2022 I came across these quotes in Google when I was looking for quotes during a moment of rest, hours after I’d posted the photo and my words in the first post. There is so much that resonates with me in these in my own life and past. The first quotes are by […]
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Eyes by May Ziadeh
(complete July 5, 2022) I came across this poem in Italian I’d originally found in Spanish as an excerpt. The poem “Eyes” (or “Occhi”) was written by May Ziadeh (in Italian or Spanish) most likely in the 1900s before 1941 (author b. 1886). May also wrote and published in French, Arabic, English, and German, and […]
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The Gift by H.D.
The Gift —by H.D. (born 1886, Pennsylvania) Instead of pearls—a wrought clasp— a bracelet—will you accept this? You know the script— you will start, wonder: what is left, what phrase after last night? This: The world is yet unspoiled for you, you wait, expectant— you are like the children who haunt your own steps for […]
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The raindrop whispered…by Tagore
(237) The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.” The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground. —Rabindranath Tagore (1916)
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From Love Sonnets of Proteus, poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I am reading through poetry in a pair of anthologies I’d found at the library…here’s one, the first in the book. * From Love Sonnets of Proteus by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt I see you, Juliet, still, with your straw hat Loaded with vines, and with your dear pale face, On which those thirty years so […]
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A Serenade by Ameen Rihani
May 1, 2022 a poem for waking up…anytime A Serenade by Ameen Rihani b. Nov. 24, 1876 from Myrtles and Myrrh (1905) The moon hath said her sad good-bye, My sleeping queen; And all the stars are wondering why Thou art unseen. Behold! abashed, they take to flight, As through the casement breaks thy light. […]
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My Poem in Lothlorien Journal
A poem I wrote has been published in Lothlorien Journal, this one I wrote as a creative response to a poem by author Jason Preu. Read my poem in Lothlorien.
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Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that I […]
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“A Sonnet Flowing Upon A Lake”
my own photo, local garden in massachusetts, september The sonnet I wrote I’ve been telling you about was just published on Lothlorien Poetry Journal today! Here it is: “A Sonnet Flowing Upon A Lake.” and listen to me read this traditional sonnet: —Jade