16 Thursday Aug 2012
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Lauren DiMarco in Vancouver © Joan Currie
Her memory from old habit of the mind
Went slipping back upon the golden days
In which she saw him first,…
from The Idylls of the King – Guinevere by Tennyson
I remember first seeing him standing in the doorway of the dockside restaurant.
09 Thursday Aug 2012
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The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. – Audrey Hepburn
What is it about love that makes it so wondrous, but over time, so impossible to preserve?
06 Monday Aug 2012
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© Joan Currie
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
from When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare
Tears came to my eyes when I found a keepsake box containing a pink sweetheart rose from my first prom corsage. It is lovely still!
30 Monday Jul 2012
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© Khrystyana Kazakova
…that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
from Ulysses by Lord Tennyson
Embrace your inner Olympian.
25 Wednesday Jul 2012
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© Joan Currie
I never heard
Of any true affection, but ’twas nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats
The leaves of the spring’s sweetest book, the rose.
by Middleton
I have a rose for every tender new dream.
19 Thursday Jul 2012
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I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice
how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.
Ransom Riggs
Taking less tentative steps forward…
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
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© Khrystyna Kazakova
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
from Ode: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth
Still searching for strength in the ruins of what was a beautiful life – rest in peace.
11 Wednesday Jul 2012
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Again and Again - However We Know the Landscape of Love, Garden, Hydrangea, Photography, Poetry, Rilke
© Joan Currie
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient tree, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
from Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love by Rilke
Glorious palette of colors, glorious day of love…
07 Saturday Jul 2012
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If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
from To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
You are adored still and forevermore….
04 Wednesday Jul 2012
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© Khrystyna Kazakova
And her lips opened amorously, and said-
I wist not what, saving one word – Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
from Love and Sleep by Charles Swinburne
Turning up the heat on this 4th of July…
Satin & Sand 