Seated on Elysian lawns
Brows'd by none but Dian's fawns;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not;
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.
From:
"Ode" by John Keats.
October Rose
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Addendum:
I.M. Art Buchwald
1925 - 2007
"Ann was sympathetic to my problems,
but at the same time she was getting tired of telling everyone
that I couldn't be at a party because
I was on a Ferris wheel in Vienna with Orson Welles."
Art Buchwald, page 185, "I'll Always Have Paris".
A Memoir. 1997
Art Buchwald
"Art Buchwald's Moveable Feast"
(The Washington Post)
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I came over here from Corey's blog. I am making dinner right now, but realize that I am in for a treat after dinner - with coffee. Your photos are tempting me:-)
ReplyDeleteI came over here from Corey's blog. I am making dinner right now, but realize that I am in for a treat after dinner - with coffee. Your photos are tempting me:-)
ReplyDeleteAs if your photos were not enough an expression of your sensitive and cultured soul, you have to offer us poetry this heart melting, too...
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say. Poetry makes you stop, breathe, think, feel. But as most prose is much easier we simply forget how it feels to stop and smell the roses, regardless of what happens next.
The other day we were stuck in traffic. I opened a little volume of The Odysssey I keep in the car. Although the children are familiar with the Odyssey from condensed versions,they were mesmerised by the actual text.
Thank you for stopping by and leaving your kind message.
It is my eldest's 12th birthday.
So much like me only better. I offer thanks and prayer.
Lovely visiting you.
Be happy,
Irene
hello! nice photos, nice tribute and poetry.
ReplyDeleteif you are a fan of andrea's, which is where i read your comment on her blog, you're a-ok with me!
best wishes,
kj
The wallpaper in photo two is so lush, it's wonderful.
ReplyDelete@ Britt-Arnhild:
ReplyDeleteWelcome! I'd love to tempt you again and again. :-)
@ Irene:
Thank you for your heart-warming words. I grew up with parents and grandparents who recited poems by heart ever seems I was born, so how could I not love poetry?
@ KJ:
Who could not be a fan of andrea's? :-)
Thank you for your comment, hope to see you again.
@ Muddy:
It's fabric, and its lushness made me fall for it. ;-)