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bjbdbest
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Just lovely - Will try to copy some for my ever-changing slideshow.
----------------------------------------Your camera's eye is almost as majestic as Turner's paintings. The last one was breathtaking! Thanks, Dave...Keep taking those turns around every corner  |
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bjbdbest
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This image....
----------------------------------------http://www.wikiart.org/en/william-turner/bonn...ed-artistPaintings-238807 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. -Walt Whitman |
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David Autumns
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Just for you in full res
----------------------------------------http://www.theglobalthermometer.com/fullresT.jpg The Sun set at 3:58pm today It'll be back tomorrow at 7:48am Look after it for me  [Edit 2 times, last edit by David Autumns at Nov 22, 2014 10:20:46 PM] |
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William LeGro
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Heights
----------------------------------------by W.S. Merwin The dark morning says See how you forget mountains camped by a stream the chipped lake gold strokes on the high clawed hollows where you never set foot what would you see from there not the past which is fiction nor the present which is the past you would stand there shaken in the presence of vertigo the god clutching the air hearing that one note you keep forgetting The Pupil Copyright 2001 by W.S. Merwin Alfred A. Knopf, New York  |
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William LeGro
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a prose poem from Beautiful Losers
----------------------------------------by Leonard Cohen God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot, God never died. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled. Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live. Though his words were twisted the naked Magic thrived. Though his death was published round and round the world the heart did not believe. Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled. Magic never faltered. Magic always led. Many stones were rolled but God would not lie down. Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened. Though they offered stones Magic still was fed. Though they locked their coffers God was always served. Magic is afoot. God rules. Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived. Though they boast of solitude God was at their side. Nor the dreamer in his cell, nor the captain on the hill. Magic is alive. Though his death was pardoned round and round the world the heart would not believe. Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men. Though altars built in parliaments they could not order men. Police arrested Magic and Magic went with them for Magic loves the hungry. But Magic would not tarry. It moves from arm to arm. It would not stay with them. Magic is afoot. It cannot come to harm. It rests in an empty palm. It spawns in an empty mind. But Magic is no instrument. Magic is the end. Many men drove Magic but Magic stayed behind. Many strong men lied. They only passed through Magic and out the other side. Many weak men lied. They came to God in secret and though they left him nourished they would not tell who healed. Though mountains danced before them they said that God was dead. Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live. This I mean to whisper to my mind. This I mean to laugh with in my mind. This I mean my mind to serve till service is but Magic moving through the world, and mind itself is Magic coursing through the flesh, and flesh itself is Magic dancing on a clock, and time itself the Magic Length of God. |
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William LeGro
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one more by Merwin
----------------------------------------The Black Virgin By W.S. Merwin You are not part of knowing are you at the top of the stairs in the white cliff in the deep valley smelling of summer you are not part of vanity although it may have climbed up on its knees to you and paid to be a name cut on the way you do not need the candles before you you would not see them I suppose if you were to open your eyelids you are not seen in what is visible it appears and the crown is not part of you whatever it is made of nor the robe of days with its colors glittering you are not part of pride or owning or understanding and the questions that have been carried to you life after life lie there unseen at your feet oh presence in silence while the dark swifts flash past with one cry out in the sunlight The Pupil Copyright 2001 by W.S. Merwin Alfred A. Knopf, New York Merwin has more or less abandoned punctuation, at least for The Pupil - you have to furnish your own in what seem to be run-on sentences, and then it all becomes clear. |
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David Autumns
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Love those Poems William
----------------------------------------Thank you Expanding possibilities and more than we appear Words written hundreds or thousands of years ago still resonate today You know why https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkoML0_FiV4 |
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bjbdbest
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Another kindred spirit...
----------------------------------------Where have you been hiding, William? Those were wonderful! - you fit in very well here at Poetry - just poetry... Loved your selections and hope to see more!  Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows - Bravo! John Koenig certainly has his pulse on life. Summed it up for us all, didn't he!  |
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David Autumns
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Just returned from the film Mr Turner
----------------------------------------(a certain synergy that has me a bit freaked) It's a slow laboured imagined autobiography of his later years, great acting, although not the best story or movie but for just one line, worth pondering -Solitude is not the same as Loneliness- |
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NAP2614
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Just returned from the film Mr Turner (a certain synergy that has me a bit freaked) It's a slow laboured imagined autobiography of his later years, great acting, although not the best story or movie but for just one line, worth pondering -Solitude is not the same as Loneliness- “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude;  |
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