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"Old books exert a strange fascination in me... their smell, their feel, their history ; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived and what they felt."
~ Lauren Willig.
- Couple Near Booksellers Bernard Boutet De Monvel
Phil Greenwood (British b.1943)
‘Amber Light’
..That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet...
Emily Dickinson
“The year’s at the spring And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hillside’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in His Heaven; All’s right with the world!”
~ Robert Browning. Sunrise at Mam Tor, Castleton, Peak District, England.
“February… Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains…”
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Coastguard Cottages,Seven Sisters,South Downs,East Sussex.
Emilio Longoni
Reflections of a Starving Man, 1893
Dragan Lapcevic
Crossroads
Emil Otto Hoppe: c. 1930
for Ros Krauss
“Lines for Winter”
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself —
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are
Mark Strand
My dear,
in the midst of hatred
I found that it was there in me
an invincible love.
In the midst of tears
I found that it was there in me
an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos
I found that it was there in me
an invincible tranquility.
Finally, I understood
that in the middle of winter,
I found that it was there in me
an invincible summer.
And that it makes me happy.
Because he says it doesn't matter
how hard the world
go against me,
there is something stronger in me,
something better
that immediately pushes me back.
Albert Camus
Tedeschi Trucks on Neil Young’s “Helpless” 12/4/21 Boston, MA
Crow - John Adams
Emma Stone
In the eternal cycle of changeable things
New winter after new autumn comes back
to different land
In the same way.
But I don't even think I'm different
Not different leave me, closed
in the evil enclosure
Of an indecisive nature.
Prey of pale fatality
From not changing, I renew myself unfaithful
to mute purposes
Moriture and endless.
Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa)
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Eduardo VII Park, Lisbon