A bird looks down upon its shadow self

Years from now
someone will come upon a layer of birds
and not know what he is listening for

these are the days
when the beetles hurry through dry grass
hiding pieces of light they have stolen

W. S. Merwin, Early One Summer

Ph. Yamamoto Masao

Spring: trees flying up to their birds.

Paul Celan

earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth earthearthearth “any piece of counterpoint includes a silent part for the rhythmic movements of heart and lungs” (lilacs)

Ronald Johnson, feat. Lévi-Strauss

Someone made that for him, I am assuming.

Sorry it happened. Shit happens and we keep going.

A capture of the poem "Periphery" which has too many characters to fit into a bluesky post ... it is about wing-settling birds in peripheral hedges.

"Periphery" from Gold Friend (Turas Press, 2020)

Shower of st☆rs

P✧ge from Galileo Galilei's, Sidereus nuncius, 1610 ✵

Achill Horses, 1939, painting by Mainie Jellett, 1897-1944, Irish artist (National Gallery of Ireland).

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RIP Moya Brennan 1952-2026

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#Respect #Moya #Clannad #Bono #IrishArts

In the Dark Robin Fulton Macpherson God said: Let the dark be dark. Let the stars shine properly. And let darkness with no stars heal the damage caused by light. Men said: Let there be light all night through, where there is no-one much or no-one at all, let the gathered haze from street-lamps, undying brand-names, full-blaze unpopulated windows stain the undersides of clouds even when nights are cloudless. God said: Light itself needs rest. Some things are best seen, unseen, in darkness unhindered by Great Light. Me, for example.

God said: Let the dark be dark.
Let the stars shine properly.
And let darkness with no stars
heal the damage caused by light…

—Robin Fulton Macpherson, “In the Dark”

Today, 13 April, is the start of #InternationalDarkSkyWeek
#poem #poetry #DarkSkies #DarkSky #astronomy
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I seesaw back and forth between something highly metrical and something free; there isn't any one way to write. But it seems to me we've gotten into a sort of Alexandrian age. Poets of my generation and particularly younger ones have gotten terribly proficient at these forms. They write a very musical, difficult poem with tremendous skill, perhaps there's never been such skill. Yet the writing seems divorced from the culture. It's become too much something specialized that can't handle much experience. It's become a craft, purely a craft, and there must be some breakthrough back into life.

One of the many memorable passages in Robert Lowell's "The Art of Poetry" interview with Frederick Seidel in the spring 1961 issue of The Paris Review.

then this: the sound of everything repeating

Alice Oswald, Falling Awake

🩷

H.D. Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you—banded one?

H.D.

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?

I don't understand why he hasn't been taken into medical care. The entire globe doesn't need the stress of a madman with his fingers on the button

Irish writer and poet Gabriel Rosenstock dies aged 76 Born in Co Limerick, Rosenstock won numerous awards and wrote primarily in Irish

Irish writer and poet Gabriel Rosenstock dies aged 76

There are more blue flowers in Spring, from ‘Found Poem’ (The Honest Ulsterman) There are more blue flowers in Spring. Winter has passed. The ancient tower is abeyant.Trees rush to cover it. Dwarf irises and hyacinths,lift their powdered arms.Narcissi crowned, ignores them. A …

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#Archives #Spring #BookPoems

Sylvia Plath – Mary's Song Sylvia Plath takes an ordinary task, cooking Sunday lunch, and finds symbolism and meaning beyond the domestic. She draws significance from the heat of a roast joint, applying it

Mary's Song by Sylvia Plath

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#Easter #Ariel #SylviaPlath #TheRestoredEditionAriel

#wren #flight #gardens

Irish summertime begins this weekend. It was 3 degrees when I woke up, and am pretty sure there's a storm or hail on the way. #Summertime #tourism #AlmostApril

Woman in brown dress with white shawl leaning against white marble mantle piece with blue and white tiles, cat sat in front of fireplace on rug, vase with purple flowers on mantle piece, painting.

Saturday plans:
At Home: A Portrait, Walter Crane.

Photograph of painting Red Canna (1923) by Georgia O'Keeffe on display at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. Photo taken February 2023. The canvas is consumed almost entirely by cascading waves of deep crimson and scarlet. Broad, voluptuous petals curve and overlap in smooth, sensuous arcs. Flashes of deep orange glow at the centre where the stamens emerge, and small scrolls of dark green leaf curl at the corners, providing the only relief from the overwhelming warmth of the reds. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_O%27Keeffe#/media/File:Red_Canna_(1923)_by_Georgia_O'Keeffe.png

Georgia O’Keeffe Museum Unveils Digital Archive of the Artist’s Entire Body of Work

By Emma Taggart

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Georgia O'Keeffe Museum:
access-ok.okeeffemuseum.org

#art #culture #womenhistoryMonth

Here by Wisława Szymborska A gale stripped all the leaves from the trees last night except for one leaf left to sway solo on a naked branch. With this example Violence demonstrates that yes of course – it likes its little joke from time to time. [Tr. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak]

Here by Wisława Szymborska A gale stripped all the leaves from the trees last night except for one leaf left to sway solo on a naked branch. With this example Violence demonstrates that yes of course – it likes its little joke from time to time. [Tr. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak]

Here by Wisława Szymborska

A gale
stripped all the leaves from the trees last night
except for one leaf
left
to sway solo on a naked branch.

With this example
Violence demonstrates
that yes of course –
it likes its little joke from time to time.

[Tr. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak]

Better to support bookshops than you know, Amazon...

Chaplet a lambda print by Alice Maher

'Chaplet' poethead.wordpress.com/2012/04/07/c... by C. Murray

'Chaplet' by Alice Maher is used for the poem courtesy of Alice Maher and the Green on Red Gallery, Dublin, Ireland.

#Print #VisualArts #AliceMaher #Chaplet

They said natural causes

Woodland Fairies, painting of fairies running and flying around a tree and over water in woodland setting, moonlit night scene. 🖼️ A W Crawford

‘After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.’ ~ Wendell Berry.
#BookWormSat
#InternationalDayOfForests
#WorldPoetryDay

The Bright Stones by Paul Celan "like humble dog roses, that’s how they open"

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Paul Celan, Breathturn; tr. Pierre Joris

Folio 12: Red Carnation (Dianthus sp.) with a blue, orange and yellow butterfly, illustration.

From Book of Flower Studies, Master of Claude de France, c.1510–1515.