#joyce sidman

[girlfictions]

joyce sidman, “dog in bed”

[protectyouropacities]

“Dog in Bed” — Joyce Sidman

Nose tucked under tail, you are a warm, furred planet centered in my bed. All night I orbit, tangle-limbed, in the slim space allotted to me.

If I accidentally bump you from sleep, you shift, groan, drape your chin on my hip.

O, that languid, movie-star drape! I can never resist it. Digging my fingers into your fur, kneading, I wonder: How do you dream? What do you adore? Why should your black silk ears feel like happiness?

This is how it is with love. Once invited, it steps in gently, circles twice, and takes up as much space as you will give it.

[woodlandtrust]

What do the Trees Know, by Joyce Sidman

What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow Roots are deep and time is slow All we grasp we must let go. What do the trees know? Birds can weather ice and snow. Dark gives way to sunlight's glow Strength and stillness help us grow.

[nevinslibrary]

Totally Random Non-Fiction Tuesday

So cool. This was so very cool.

I knew nothing about Maria Merian or her art. I’m okay with some bugs, and less okay with others, but, I didn’t know that way back when, bugs were considered ‘born of mud’ and ‘beasts of the devil’ (I mean, okay, Mosquitos are…. Borderline, but, still, the devil seems a little extreme).

The book is all about Maria, who was one of the first naturalists to observe live insects directly (and, at that time, a lot of people were saying ‘wait, why is a girl of all people doing this?’), not to mention, she was one of the first to document the metamorphosis of a butterfly. Very, very cool.

Oh, and even better, many of the illustrations in this book, they’re by Maria’s herself, they are her original paintings. Beautiful.

You may like this book If you Liked: Summer Birds by Margarita Engle, Maria Sibylla Merian by Sarah B. Pomeroy, or The Tree of Life by Peter Sis

The Girl Who Drew Butterflies: How Maria Merian's Art Changed Science by Joyce Sidman

[seaanimalonland]

Dog in Bed | Joyce Sidman

Nose tucked under tail, you are a warm, furred planet centered in my bed. All night I orbit, tangle-limbed, in the slim space allotted to me. If I accidentally bump you from sleep, you shift, groan, drape your chin on my hip. O, that languid, movie-star drape! I can never resist it. Digging my fingers into your fur, kneading,     I wonder: How do you dream? What do you adore? Why should your black silk ears feel like happiness? This is how it is with love. Once invited, it steps in gently, circles twice, and takes up as much space as you will give it.

via exceptindreams

[exceptindreams]

Dog in Bed | Joyce Sidman

“Dog in Bed” Joyce Sidman Nose tucked under tail, you are a warm, furred planet centered in my bed. All night I orbit, tangle-limbed, in the slim space allotted to me. If I accidentally bump you from sleep, you shift, groan, drape your chin on my hip. O, that languid, movie-star drape! I can never resist it. Digging my fingers into your fur, kneading,      I wonder: How do you dream? What do you adore? Why should your black silk ears feel like happiness? This is how it is with love. Once invited, it steps in gently, circles twice, and takes up as much space as you will give it.

[sittingonfilm]

Dog in Bed

BY JOYCE SIDMAN

Nose tucked under tail, you are a warm, furred planet centered in my bed. All night I orbit, tangle-limbed, in the slim space allotted to me.

If I accidentally bump you from sleep, you shift, groan, drape your chin on my hip.

O, that languid, movie-star drape! I can never resist it. Digging my fingers into your fur, kneading,

I wonder: How do you dream? What do you adore? Why should your black silk ears feel like happiness?

This is how it is with love. Once invited, it steps in gently, circles twice, and takes up as much space as you will give it.

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via poetryfoundation.org

[thesandpiper]

Round

Joyce Sidman/Taeeun Yoo

2017