Snow was falling, so much like stars...
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Snow was falling, so much like stars...
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Mary Oliver, from "Porcupine" in Devotions: Selected Poems
I can't quite explain it, but all of the following give off almost the exact same vibes to me:
Song of the open road (Walt Whitman)//paintings by Claude Monet//All that is gold does not glitter (JRR Tolkien)//paintings by Carl Larsson//Daffodils (William Wordsworth)
“Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” - Walt Whitman
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
— William Shakespeare
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