Tag: letters

“How the Pieces Fell”

My heart broke but I doubt that the pieces made it to Scotland. The bard poet was just about to be lead out with the guard, and I had been lead out the same way, unexpectedly; I am too languid now to read the rest of the book…Please forgive me, my friend, I have lost…… Continue reading “How the Pieces Fell”

Peeko’s Own Missive

Peeko is right on schedule with his meals and water from the fountain; he usually only sits here and looks at me by my teapot and kettle like this if I am late for tea and he finds I may need rest then and time to sit, but I am sitting having my tea ☕️…… Continue reading Peeko’s Own Missive

From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

Prose poetry was the form author May Ziadeh was best known for in her own time, and which I myself noticed instantly as I’d read this particular type of poetry of hers how it felt supremely desirable. A few passages I’d like to share from Fleurs de Rêve beginning with the introduction of the prose…… Continue reading From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”

A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…… Continue reading A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses

May Days 😉

Jan. 19, 2022 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…… Continue reading May Days 😉

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

Goodbye, Pride and Prejudice

But not goodbye, dear Jane Austen. I have more books available for me to read now and the fact that these pages were still coming loose as I was reading, coverless and curly binding disintegrating, no matter how tenderly I turned the pages, made actually putting a bookmark in it impossible. I don’t need to…… Continue reading Goodbye, Pride and Prejudice

Within It All, The Art When There’s No Record of It

Art doesn’t only happen directly on the canvas or page; I learned that when I unwrapped a new canvas and noticed the plastic wrap itself, the way light influenced the look of its texture and color, and myself behind it, snapped a fun photo. That post was called With The Canvas’ Wrapping. By then, I…… Continue reading Within It All, The Art When There’s No Record of It

A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

(Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me

Tuesday, Oct 12, 2021 for May Ziadeh b. Feb 11, 1886 d. October, 17, 1941 I wrote this poetic letter in appreciation of the poet May Ziadeh who was greatly revered for her poems, prose, essays, translations, and speeches in Lebanon and Egypt during her life, b. Feb 11, 1886. She ran her famous literary…… Continue reading (Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me

For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday

2021 Dear May, Reading your poem, I felt your joy touch me. Wondering about who you were, I felt my own joy breezing toward me. Wishing to love you well, my joy returned. Loving me so concretely—your joy completes me. I find you so well and happy, so much a part of heaven, and you…… Continue reading For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday

May’s Letters of Earthly Life Past

Note: Not positive of the diary’s authorship, as two translation sources found not enough to determine. Putting aside for now, ’though references to writing and pen make me think it’s probably from May’s diary. I’ve also added a last writing newfound to me today. (10/23/21) 1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran…… Continue reading May’s Letters of Earthly Life Past

A Letter

Edna St. Vincent Millay Dear Gladys, To add to the good impression this early reply must give, I will proceed at once to answer your questions, (which you have probably forgotten you ever asked.) In the first question, as you will perhaps perceive, are two unpardonable insults: “Couldn’t you write something decidedly immoral (!) and, provided…… Continue reading A Letter