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The Telephone “WHEN I was just as far as I could walk From here to-day, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say — You spoke from that flower on the window sill– Do you remember […]
Read More Frost’s telephone in a flowerpot ( a slightly awkward translation)maybe the trains are large animals, not unlike the blue whales, stranded, composite, growing wheels and tails and then picking their route, out of the capture, out into the wild places and fields, to see the cross-dressing hills, to roar and signal, and rear up into the cloud-bothered sky over horizons. magical trains, invoking stories, […]
Read More trains as large cetaceans (and the butterfly unexpectedly)a little winter poem*. i think it will look fine in the heat (such as it is) of the summer: today it snows right out of the blue they fall, correct in every aspect, criss-crossing the near to the far, cross-stitching the perspective to this silence, this mute mobility outside the glass. Snowflakes, little feathers […]
Read More was clearing the rucksack and found thisdue to some irony of fate or similar, i happened to be going to Cēsis and Ungurmuiža – and of course, the camera stayed at home. so here are some pics done by my mobile phone…because i could not resist. sorry for the quality, folks. The Doll museum. Not very large, but very impressive. […]
Read More some recent photo events, belatedy uploadedfound this one today. too many feathers to sit in the nest. too few to really fly. pity, it would have made a wonderful sparrow one day. mother nature sometimes goes for the smartest, not the fittest, it seems (sigh).
Read More a fledgling sparrow