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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Mike Driver
todays bird

JBB: An Artblog!
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
styofa doing anything

Kiana Khansmith
ojovivo

tannertan36
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@dentroilcerchio
"Notti fresche
come lenzuola lasciate
sotto il diluvio,
eccoti tu minuscolo
tu filo di respiro
vieni in visita
come lo spazio si abbandona
al vento, forte, e mi insegni
con accurata ingenuità
che sono tutta viva
gettata in piena vita
galleggiante a faccia in su
a mangiar cielo"
Chandra Livia Candiani, La bambina pugile ovvero la precisione dell'amore
[may my heart always be open to little] by e. e. cummings
Grasses in the wind.
green wheat field with cypress tree, vincent van gogh
A Blade of Grass You ask for a poem. I offer you a blade of grass. You say it is not good enough. You ask for a poem. I say this blade of grass will do. It has dressed itself in frost, It is more immediate Than any image of my making. You say it is not a poem, It is a blade of grass and grass Is not quite good enough. I offer you a blade of grass. You are indignant. You say it is too easy to offer grass. It is absurd. Anyone can offer a blade of grass. You ask for a poem. And so I write you a tragedy about How a blade of grass Becomes more and more difficult to offer, And about how as you grow older A blade of grass Becomes more difficult to accept. Brian Patten (Love Poems, Flamingo, 1990)
Chiedersi perché
le farfalle non vanno mai diritte
ma seguono tracce spezzate
frastagliate
senza senso
rispondersi da soli:
se oggi mi scoprissi capace di volare
io mi riempirei di spazio e aria
se la vita durasse soltanto tre giorni
non butterei il mio tempo
per decidere una rotta
se proprio si deve morire così in fretta
che sia per troppa gioia
che sia per troppo vento.
- Francesco Tomada
ask and you shall receive.
Ingmar Bergman - Autumn Sonata (1978)
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
Some embroidery I did on a linen project.
I am really proud of it, now you have to look at it 👍
Anastasia Trusova