Tag: meditate
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“This Ring”
(my own photo of the moon in a blushing morning sky in Massachusetts) This was my first poem I’d written and published online in 2022: The first of form poems I tried to write this year is a ghazal, and it’s fit well with that form having originated in the Middle East during the medieval […]
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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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Capricious by May Ziadeh
A poem written by May Ziadeh under her pen-name I. Copia from her first book of poetry, Flowers of a Dream, Fleurs de Reve (1911), translated by me from the French into English. When I’d come upon this book of poetry of hers online by surprise last May, I’d decided to read just one poem before bed and […]
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“Love Exists” by Amy Lee (Guy Sigsworth Remix) Began with Italian Lyrics
Since I’d first heard Amy Lee (well-known as the lead singer of Evanescence), I always hoped she would someday do a solo album because I’d loved her voice and enjoyed it much more than the band’s music personally at the time, and then many years later I‘d found she had done a solo album with […]
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Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark
I finished reading Villette by Charlotte Bronte (1853) last night, felt I could remain within its mists even after the book ended, a ponderous read that I feel safe within… I took these photos on the spot yesterday early afternoon walking around after reading, was still in the middle of Villette. 📷 … Not My […]
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These Hands…
In the post, A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show, I’d found some surprise things inside books, like a handwritten paper, so I decided to make up my own writing prompt with an idea I’d had…Whether you try this imaginary exercise or another, these free writes can be plenty of […]
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A Flowing Poem, Picked from an Anthology: “Upon Julia’s Clothes” by Robert Herrick
A poem to enjoy from the second anthology I’d been reading through, The Norton Book of Light Verse edited by Russell Baker. UPON JULIA’S CLOTHES Whereas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, me thinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see The brave vibration each […]
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Spa Time at Home and a Couple of Phrases to Mend
Feb. 11, ’22, needs improvement 🙂 March 22, ’22 I have taken out my newly-written ghazal poem (on my laptop) ‘tho I’d first thought it might still be too hot to my touch but it wasn’t and was ready to read. Reading it aloud I can see it is almost complete, but just one line […]
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Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!
Here’s a poem Edna St. Vincent Millay (b. 1892) wrote…from her book Collected Poems called “To Elinor Wylie.” It’s a series poem containing sections (six), full of sonnet and one in the middle. I read it aloud in the morning fog today on Edna’s birthday Feb. 22, 130 yrs earth. This sky of rose was […]
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The Sky Full of Blush with a Very Golden Moon
We had a silent literary salon today—we looked at the sky: through the window, I noticed just how the two pines are entwined and that there are three different greens, one much like the very feathery white-green of winter, and we read📕O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. That’s the evening sky above, with sufficient blush, and […]
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Hear Edna St. Vincent Millay Read Her Own Poetry
Edna St. Vincent Millay in her private library upstairs at Steepletop, c. 1935 I didn’t even realize I could do that, until now! It was so incredible to suddenly hear Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her words aloud, a poet I’ve read and written of often, and I don’t even remember how I got to […]