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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because [...]
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Out for Breakfast
Ashley, originally uploaded by with regards. How much sugar is ground into this carpet, missing the cup, casually brushed away? Looking out the window, I imagine myself running past each morning. Sweat, cleansing me with the satisfaction of work, gravel moving under my feet, I fall into the cadence, breath aligning, breath striding. Inside, old [...]
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Fall Specials
Fall specials, originally uploaded by with regards. DEERLAND Fall specials Wood splitters Chain saws Truck boxes Power grease Guns & tools ~ Readymade poetry, Athabasca
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House of Pablo Neruda in Santiago, Chile, originally uploaded by Marcelo Montecino.
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Eating berries
Wind and sun in perfect balance, a mother and child move along a shimmering wall of leaves—the forest edge—grazing on new Saskatoon berries. Slack with grace, a murmuring moment among the gush of his life, I wonder if he will remember this? or if it will knit itself into his feelings for his mother or [...]
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A Wordsworth poem
I find this poem very moving, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by Wordsworth.
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WHITE
Couple, originally uploaded by with regards. WHITE . . . . . lights in an evening sky . . . . . fleur de lis on the flag . . . . . buttons on the accordion . . . . . worn metal on the ferry . . . . . glint off silver [...]
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The line of my hair is just a little too deep; and those on my face are not just from smiling. I never noticed young woman’s glances, till I was no longer catching them. Sigh, I finally have come to understand the rudeness of an unconscious gaze that drifts down from a woman’s eyes: my [...]
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Interview with Anne Michaels
I watched the movie Fugitive Pieces recently, and enjoyed it… “There’s nothing that a man will not do to another. But there’s also nothing that a man will not do for another.’” Or, in Michaels’ words, “We forget the power of the small act of love. We forget how powerful that is. Often, we feel [...]
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Al Purdy
I am learning what a strange lonely place is myself reflecting the present reiterating the past Reconnoitering the future These are my history the story of myself -Al Purdy from his poem, “Man Without A Country”
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