french – Blush of Dawn

May Days 😉

Last night was a struggle; I said good night to Jesus, told May I’d like to sing for her as soon as I am able…This morning, the sky. My gaze was looking downward awhile, drinking a cup of tea, then singing, suddenly looked up: I sent the sky so many kisses; I didn’t count them…😊😘😘😊…… Continue reading May Days 😉

Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen

at sunrise …Let them enjoy my smile, warm with the warmth you’d set within my heart…My willful efforts, my winding uncertainties, and my own voice are really indulging in this silence now: this silence filled with more understanding than space, but the best of them both. —Jade Nicole * May Ziadeh had written… …O my…… Continue reading Morningtime, Considering Love Made Seen

Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry

light from one candle lights another, how Love makes you happier, has you love more…~Jade “Yes, I am a lady of incendiary destiny,” writes May Ziadeh in her own words in a letter of her lifetime.One day I said quietly in reply in my living room, ”I like you fiery, May; I like you as…… Continue reading Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry

Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More

Tuesday and Wednesday mornings…back to back blush. Did you guess right? Would I choose a new book or one to reread? I chose Northanger Abbey, a novel to reread from many years ago, and I don’t remember the story, but it is delightful, and I’ll read more of it today. Jane Austen completed it in…… Continue reading Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More

All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate

It is the day, Dec. 1st, in my calendar; it’s been a month of a book I’ve had holding these newest dream flowers and remaining closed ’til this morning, these flowers found and preserved for author May Ziadeh, with affection, after the title of her first poetry book in French, a new delight of mine…… Continue reading All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate

My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author

I often almost forget the Pisces moon in my sign, but last night I glimpsed its sweet glimmering through the slim hallway window, still tall enough for me to see the moon aglow up high and the rain shimmering around it, before bed. *~ (This is my introduction that connects the book to my own…… Continue reading My Fun Critique of a Novel by Ameen Rihani, First One in English by An Arab-American Author

Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud

Let’s just do words, no pictures today. 😊 The new book I began is incredibly good, by the author Ameen Rihani I’d discovered listed as one of the very few of May Ziadeh’s literary colleagues (or of people she knew in general) who had helped get her out of the horrific mental asylum in Lebanon…… Continue reading Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud

Memorable, Avec Musica

A really delightful surprise to come across another place for books to give and take, and I found two. 📙📙 I won’t try to name these now, but feel free. 😊 * Earlier Today: ‘Here Is Another’

After Poetry, A Portrait

Left to right: Ann (my mom’s bestie), My mom, and me in Massachusetts Conversations of coconut oil, free library cabinets, yoga, French breaded desserts, Italian restaurants and friendly waiters, a great aunt’s tea cups coming out of storage for display, and types of meditation. * Earlier: Finding Things You Already Had, With A Runaway Sonnet:…… Continue reading After Poetry, A Portrait

Let The Literary Salon Begin…

Let the literary salon begin with heavenly host, May… Announcements: I had a post series in mind and yet as I’d review it I would see the other poets had already had positive expressions after their critics’ criticisms on this blog. I’ve often be a little unintentionally careless with the poet Rumi, sometimes having deleted…… Continue reading Let The Literary Salon Begin…

Sans Paroles

* Earlier: Farewell, My Dear Strawberries and A New View

Peeko’s “Troix Romances Without Words,” Wellness, and My Listenings

I am off social media for a little time and ease into my projects with plenty of rest…there are post ideas piled up yet saved to come, a second post to the “What The Critics Said” series, autumn trees close to photoing, could be me too, and more. I painted this morning and the painting…… Continue reading Peeko’s “Troix Romances Without Words,” Wellness, and My Listenings

A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

The literary salon begins with some blush… Yesterday afternoon, ‘Rumi’ black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrow…🍂😊 I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and merge… * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…

Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings

Hearing my audio poems; sometimes he’s a very fluffy bunny, and sometimes a slightly violent teddybear. Peeko’s Moon and a Pulitzer Prize Winning Author, Truly Wise Book of Poems Over the weekend, Peeko sat by the book The Moon Before Morning like ’Read me more of these poems; it’s my moon!’ He is a Scorpio.…… Continue reading Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings

You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry

6:32 pm: Tuesday’s note actually appears There it is, the strawberry I’d offered you that is now ripe and ready to eat; the plants are safely secured, not swinging in a possible storm, and it happens to have two other surprise strawberries with it to ripen later—Here, enjoy it! And this is my review I’d…… Continue reading You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry

Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh

My translations of two poems I’d been working progressively to complete; finished these full poems from her first book Fleurs de Rêve. TO MISS C. Your eyes are so beautiful, my dear beauty, That their gaze is torturous; I love your name and I spell it Your murmuring flood of a name. I am dark…… Continue reading Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh

A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon

Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream. I hadn’t read it then, had saved it for much later,…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon