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Chipping away at literature, history, and other interests, whilst navigating stormy seas & a lee shore.✨📖 #Booksky #TodaysPoem Locus: Massachusetts & the abyss of MECFS / FQAD 🌤️Sol Omnibus Lucet – Petronius
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#blooms From my wife's walk yesterday:

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#MelvilleMonday "If truth and justice, and the better principles of our nature, cannot exist unless enforced by the statute-book, how are we to account for the social condition of the Typees ? So pure and upright were they in all the relations of life..." - Melville (Typee, Ch.27)

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#MelvilleMonday "Overflowing with the milk of human kindness at the sad condition of these amiable outcasts [his fellow 'tars' of the forecastle], Melville, during his first watch, made bold to ask one of them if he was in the habit of going to church […] winning Melville hearty ridicule."

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#SundaySentence "First I was going to tell her that unless she meant to be a novelist, there was no excuse for her having so much imagination." - Katherine Anne Porter, Holiday (1960).

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#BOTD 🌾 Walt Whitman, 1819 #TodaysPoem "Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. […] Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road." [+]

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#BOTD at West Hills, Long Island, NY. "I was simmering, simmering, simmering...Emerson brought me to a boil." - Walt Whitman (1819–1892) Portrait of Walt Whitman by Thomas Eakins, 1886.

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"Yet you need not begrudge the bard who gains his living from the play-house." - Juvenal (A.D. c. 55 - c. 130), Satire VII

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"But your real poet, who has a vein of genius all his own […] — such an one as I cannot point to, and only feel — is the product of a soul free from care, that knows no bitterness, that loves the woodlands, and is fitted to drink at the Muses' spring." - Juvenal (A.D. c. 55 - c. 130), Satire VII

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#blooms #poetry "And from the chambers of the west The warmer breezes, travelling out, Breathed the new scent of flowers about..." - William Cullen Bryant From my wife's walk today:

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#MemorialDay 🕯️ #TodaysPoem "Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them..." - Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Voiceless (1858) [+] Guy Rose. Poppy Field. 1910.

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#poetry #bloomsky "Oh, loveliest there the spring days come, With blossoms, and birds, and wild bees' hum..." - William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) From my wife's walk today:

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#SundaySentence "Heaven-making must be left to the imagination of the poets." - Virginia Woolf, On Bring Ill (1926)

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#SundaySentence "In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up (1936)

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#OTD in 1883, the Brooklyn Bridge opened. "In this structure, the architecture of the past, massive and protective, meets the architecture of the future, light, aerial, open to sunlight, an architecture of voids rather than solids.” –David McCullough,The Great Bridge (1972) [+]

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#PoetrySky #poem "The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his great sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope." - Sophocles (с. 495-406 в.с.), from Oedipus Rex. [+]

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#TodaysPoem #poetry "Days that come and go, It is not worth the while; Only one dawn I know, The morning of her smile. Nights that come and go, In vain your shadow lies; Only love's dusk I know, The evening of her eyes." - John Vance Cheney (1848-1922) [+] 📷From my wife's walk

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on the chill north wind a nightingale and a new moon pierce the long night #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka

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#TodaysPoem "We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows." - Robert Frost Odilon Redon. Reflection (ca. 1905).

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• "But what can be more dangerous than the ear of a tyrant on whose caprice hangs the life of a friend..." - Juvenal (A.D. c. 55 - c. 130), Satire IV, trans. G. G. Ramsay, 1928.

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