Saturday, August 28, 2010

Life Imitates Art: More Monet


Taken August 16, 2010.

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Friday, August 27, 2010

Trailing Light


Taken August 19, 2010.

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Fine Lines


Taken August 4, 2010.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

We Will Remember You

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

States of a Queen

Both images taken August 14, 2010.
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Monday, August 23, 2010

Shy of the Limelight


Taken August 4, 2010.

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

Bumblebees on Thistle
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A Song on the End of the World
by Czeslaw Milosz (Translated by Anthony Milosz)

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

Warsaw, 1944