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To See The World In A Grain Of Sand…

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May 20, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Flower Poetry


Beautiful Words about Beautiful Flowers

May 6, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Enchanted Flowers

by Arthur Gregor

She is a flower in the wind.
Her bloom is gone.
The wind must take her petals
one by one.
She brought joys to beholders,
stinging pain to intruders.
Lean stalk of a stem,
the wind once proud of her
now wails in and about her.
The seer cannot see herself.
Dying is the wind’s full grief.

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May 5, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Beauty in Nature

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May 2, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Giving Tree


By Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree…and she loved a little boy.

So begins a story of unforgettable perception, beautifully written and illustrated by the gifted and versatile Shel Silverstein.

Every day the boy would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, or slide down her trunk…and the tree was happy. But as the boy grew older he began to want more from the tree, and the tree gave and gave.

Shel Silverstein has created a moving parable for readers of all ages that offers an affecting interpretation of the gift of giving and a serene acceptance of another’s capacity to love in return.

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April 26, 2019 at 4:26 am 2 comments

Drinking

by Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)

THE THIRSTY earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill’d that they o’erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess
By ’s drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night:
Nothing in Nature’s sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there—for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

April 24, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Gentil Coquelicot

J’ai descendu dans mon jardin (bis)
Pour y cueillir du romarin.
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

J’n’en avais pas cueilli trois brins (bis)
Qu’un rossignol vint sur ma main
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

Qu’un rossignol vint sur ma main (bis)
Il me dit trois mots en latin
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

Il me dit trois mots en latin (bis)
Que les hommes ne valent rien
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

Que les hommes ne valent rien (bis)
Et les garçons encore bien moins !
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

Et les garçons encore bien moins !
Des dames, il ne me dit rien
Mais des d’moiselles beaucoup de bien
Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames,
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau.

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March 7, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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