Photo (and Poetry) Blog


Welcome! This is mainly a photo blog, but I couldn't resist adding my other interest - literature, and poetry in special. Hunting down the best photograph to accompany a poem is a challenge I love. I hope you will enjoy it too!

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Heavy Summer Rain

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The grasses in the field have toppled,

and in places it seems that a large, now

absent, animal must have passed the night.

The hay will right itself if the day


turns dry. I miss you steadily, painfully.

None of your blustering entrances

or exits, doors swinging wildly

on their hinges, or your huge unconscious

sighs when you read something sad,

like Henry Adams’s letters from Japan,

where he traveled after Clover died.


Everything blooming bows down in the rain:

white irises, red peonies; and the poppies

with their black and secret centers

lie shattered on the lawn.


by Jane Kenyon (1945 – 1995)


Haiku Tuesday: The Heat

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What heat! Both stones and trees

Glare on the eye.


by Mukai Kyorai (1651 – 1704)

Translation by Asataro Miyamori


All Summer Long

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The dogs eat hoof slivers and lie under the porch.

A strand of human hair hangs strangely from a fruit tree

like a cry in the throat. The sky is clay for the child who is past

being tired, who wanders in waist-deep

grasses. Gnats rise in a vapor,

in a long mounting whine around her forehead and ears.


The sun is an indistinct moon. Frail sticks

of grass poke her ankles,

and a wet froth of spiders touches her legs

like wet fingers. The musk and smell

of air are as hot as the savory

terrible exhales from a tired horse.


The parents are sleeping all afternoon,

and no one explains the long uneasy afternoons.

She hears their combined breathing and swallowing

salivas, and sees their sides rising and falling

like the sides of horses in the hot pasture.


At evening a breeze dries and crumbles

the sky and the clouds float like undershirts

and cotton dresses on a clothesline. Horses

rock to their feet and race or graze.

Parents open their shutters and call

the lonely, happy child home.

The child who hates silences talks and talks

of cicadas and the manes of horses.


by Carol Frost (b. 1948 )


Haiku Tuesday: The Chanting of Buddhist Prayers

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The chanting of the prayers fills

The field and mountain with cool air.


by Mukai Kyorai (1651 – 1704)

Translation by Asataro Miyamori


Strawberry Moon

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A plane taking off from the Zurich airport yesterday evening. A lucky shot really. 


I was on the terrace, trying to get a shot of our cat playing the hunter in the garden when I saw the plane flying towards the moon. I didn’t have any time to think about camera settings or change lens, I just set focus and pressed the shutter. Not too bad, considering.


The wild strawberries that start to ripen during early summer gave name to the Full Moon in June. I admit I had to look this up.


Nature Knows Its Math

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Divide

the year

into seasons,

four,

subtract

the snow then

add

some more

green,

a bud,

a breeze,

a whispering

behind

the trees,

and here

beneath the

rain-scrubbed

sky

orange poppies

multiply.


by Joan Bransfield Graham


Haiku Tuesday: The Bleak Wind

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The raging bleak wind died away,

Till it remained as the sound of the sea.


by Gonsui (1649 - 1722)

Translation by Asataro Miyamori


Although The Wind ...

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Although the wind

blows terribly here,

the moonlight also leaks

between the roof planks

of this ruined house.


by Izumi Shikibu (974–1034)

Translation by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani


I'm Still Here Because Of You


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It’s Friyay again! Here are a few things I’m loving at the moment.



Favorite Song: Signals by Freya Ridings, an English  singer-songwriter. I get goosebumps listening to Freya. The title of this blog post is a line from her song.


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Favorite Quote: Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. - Mary Oliver


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Favorite Illustrator: APAK Studio, lovely illustrations by Ayumi Kajikawa and Aaron Piland. You can buy them on their Etsy shop



Favorite TV SeriesStringer Things seasons 3 premiering on July 4th. Only four weeks to go!


Pillar of Dreams


Favorite Piece of Public ArtPillars of Dreams by Marc Fornes and his New York-based studio THEVERYMANYThe artwork is standing on a building campus in North Carolina. So lovely!


Ossuary For Acacia by Ryan Dyar on 500px.com


Favorite Photo: Ossuary For Acacia by Ryan Dyar.


Have a great Friday and week-end, y’all!


Country Summer

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Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,

And top with silver petals traced

Like a strict box its gems encased,

Has spilt from out that cunning lid,

All in an innocent green round,

Those melting rubies which it hid;

With moss ripe-strawberry-encrusted,

So birds get half, and minds lapse merry

To taste that deep-red, lark’s-bite berry,

And blackcap bloom is yellow-dusted.


The wren that thieved it in the eaves

A trailer of the rose could catch

To her poor droopy sloven thatch,

And side by side with the wren’s brood—

O lovely time of beggar’s luck—

Opens the quaint and hairy bud;

And full and golden is the yield

Of cows that never have to house,

But all night nibble under boughs,

Or cool their sides in the moist field.


Into the rooms flow meadow airs,

The warm farm baking smell’s blown round.

Inside and out, and sky and ground

Are much the same; the wishing star,

Hesperus, kind and early born,

Is risen only finger-far;

All stars stand close in summer air,

And tremble, and look mild as amber;

When wicks are lighted in the chamber,

They are like stars which settled there.


Now straightening from the flowery hay,

Down the still light the mowers look,

Or turn, because their dreaming shook,

And they waked half to other days,

When left alone in the yellow stubble

The rusty-coated mare would graze.

Yet thick the lazy dreams are born,

Another thought can come to mind,

But like the shivering of the wind,

Morning and evening in the corn.



by Léonie Adams (1899–1988)


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