more distant and more solemn

      Here are some lines from T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Hollow Men”:   Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind’s singing More distant and more

Lean into me

Starlight and Saguaros –  photo by Greg McCown   Culture and the Universe   By Simon J. Ortiz   Two nights ago in the canyon darkness, only the half-moon and stars, only mere men. Prayer, faith, love, existence. We are measured by vastness beyond ourselves. Dark is light. Stone is rising.   I don’t know

Do Not Die Out, Fire.

Here’s a poem from     Czeslaw Milosz : Winter   The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the fire, I drink and I ponder. “In Ilawa,” the news item said, “at age 70 Died Aleksander Rymkiewicz, poet.” He was the youngest in our group.

Christmas Lights on Blue Snow

  <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/time-of-year/”>It’s Not This Time of Year Without…</a>

Threshold

Liminal space is the space between; between two things, between two stages in life, between loving and losing a love, between losing employment and gaining employment, between gaining an education and finding a calling, between working and retiring and finding your next calling. Ben Lowenstein   “…we have to allow ourselves to be drawn into

Chasing after some finer day

Anticipation –  digital art  by lauren goia A song from my youth: Anticipation     by Carly Simon   We can never know about the days to come But we think about them anyway, And I wonder if I’m really with you now Or just chasin’ after some finer day     Anticipation, anticipation Is makin’ me

Aromatic

Aromatic   A pomander is a pot-pourri, a mixture of aromatic substances, ususally made into a ball, and …suspended by a chain from the neck or waist. Nesbit’s pomander names seven flowers or aromatic substances: ambergris, lavender, rose, rosemary, myrrh, musk, and bergamot – each designating a kind of lyric that she and other women

Scorched and Destroyed

Ramadi, Iraq   Here is one part of T.S.Eliot’s poem sequence  Four Quartets:   In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to

The Magic of Magritte

Here is his painting,  The Blank Check :     <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/magic/”>Magic</a&gt;

The ostentatious Mr. Collins

No one does characterization better than the British novelist Jane Austen: At length the Parsonage was discernible. The garden sloping to the road, the house standing in it, the green pales, and the laurel hedge, everything declared they were arriving. Mr. Collins and Charlotte appeared at the door, and the carriage stopped at the small