Weekly Photo Challenge: Gone but not forgotten

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Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.

Let me stand here. And let me pretend I see all this
(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)
and not my usual day-dreams here too,
my memories, those images of sensual pleasure.

                                                                               Constantine P. Cavafy, Greek Poet, 1863 – 1933
Εδώ ας σταθώ. Κι ας δω κ’ εγώ την φύσι λίγο.

Θάλασσας του πρωιού κι ανέφελου ουρανού
λαμπρά μαβιά, και κίτρινη όχθη· όλα
ωραία και μεγάλα φωτισμένα.

Εδώ ας σταθώ. Κι ας γελασθώ πως βλέπω αυτά
(τα είδ’ αλήθεια μια στιγμή σαν πρωτοστάθηκα)·
κι όχι κ’ εδώ τες φαντασίες μου,
τες αναμνήσεις μου, τα ινδάλματα της ηδονής.

Sunset and Steps

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As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.

The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

Hermann Hesse, German Swiss Poet, novelist and                                                                                 painter.  1877 – 1962

Travel Theme: Autumn

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Let the chips leaves fall where they may…

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came,—
The Ashes, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The sunshine spread a carpet,
And every thing was grand;
Miss Weather led the dancing;
Professor Wind, the band….
The sight was like a rainbow
New-fallen from the sky….

George Cooper- American Poet, 1840-1927   (from  “October’s Party”)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Cover Art

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Sun light

through the trees

casts

dark lines,

deep shadows.

The sudden

song of birds

enchanting

yet alarming.

The tang

of rotting leaves

alluring

yet repulsive.

The gate

both an

entrance

and an exit.

Conviction

offers

liberation

as well as

captivity.

At the threshold

a capacity

to touch

and be touched.

Sonnenlicht

durch die Bäume

wirft

dunkle Linien,

tiefe Schatten.

Der plötzliche

Gesang der Vögel,

bezaubernd

sowie alarmierend.

Der Geruch


verrottender Blätter,

verführerisch

und doch abstoßend.

Das Tor,

sowohl 

Eingang,

als auch Ausgang.

Überzeugung

bietet

Befreiung,

wie auch

Gefangenschaft.

Auf der Schwelle,

die Kapazität

zu berühren

und berührt werden.

A thing of beauty…

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

John Keats,English Romantic poet – 1795-1821