Original Poet Gallery
mrs voorhees
luke davies
edith wormwood
faulker
webheibon
After a long and wearisome struggle with his recalcitrant hammock, Algy eventually managed to pack u
Concert for Mother Nature… Quarantine days
The leaves, last leaves …
Fog fills the trees …
-d.l And now I have those people I needed all along.
Tarcisius, 1868, by Alexandre Falguière. Musée d'Orsay, Paris - G.M.© personal photos, don’t remove
michaelmoonsbookshop:The Tohunga scarce original from 1892 Sketches by Watkins Poetry by Montgomery[
ReadyNothing about me isready.The stammer of my heart,my shaking breath,even the tremor of my hands.
All AroundTwirling and swervingDipping and divingJumping and floatingI am surroundedby all of themYe
6-1-5:a haiku a day (82/365)
4/8/13for N, because I know now that I’m okayand I will always love you
whiteruminations:Original manuscript version of John Keats’ ‘On First Looking into Chapman&rsq
meltedchandelier:Vladimir Nabokov, On Translating “Eugene Onegin" (originally published in the
“Ju$t” my #sundayvibes & #sundaythoughts to #share “#proof” number three
00:52 am - h.w
sepia - h.w
when two become one - h.w
worn memories - h.w
marcel-and-his-world:Philip Larkin - What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wak
phantom limb - h.w
Awake in darkness …
-j.edmund
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