
Monochromas
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Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.
~Charles G. Stater
End of a day
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I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am a beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of the plants,
I am the wild boar in valor,
I am the salmon in the water,
I am the lake in the plain,
I am a word of science,
I am the point of the lance of battle.
I am the God who created in the head of fire,
What is it who throws the light into the
meeting on the mountains?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun?
If not I
"This anonymous Irish poem from the bardic tradition that sounds like Walt Whitman and little like an old Vedic hymn, it’s been given title, “The Mystery” . The translation is by Yeats's friend Douglas Hyde" ~ Robert Hass
Einstein, his wife & Charlie Chaplin
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At the premier of Chaplin's film City Lights, January 1931
From "The Day we Found the Universe"
(Image from the book titled above)
New York street
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Cloudy
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"Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
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- Karen Shragg, Think Like a Tree
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Winter Night
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Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o’erflow with wine,
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~ Thomas Campion
Fence
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When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
~ Ikkyu
Meadow
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Though we can go back to Descartes to find philosophers who believed that mathematics and geometry might provide for a kind of thinking that was pure and precise, it was George Boole, a young mathematician from Lincoln, who put flesh on the idea. In 1833, when he was just seventeen years old, he had what he described as a mystical experience. Whilst walking through a meadow he became convinced that his vocation in life was to explain the logic of human thought in symbolic or algebraic form. It was Boole's lifetime of thinking that was picked up by the first computer scientists in the middle of the twentieth century. ~ Page 302
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I caught a stomach-sorrow
while traipsing October’s fogs
I ate to nourish it
made a cocoon for it
laid it with slow reverence in a hollow
For fourteen nights
some cursed sleep’s been after me
while I’ve been up feeding on darkness
Don’t say a word
Don’t look in my direction
There’s something on my heart that can’t be lifted
– I give in to wintering –
You won't see me till the buds start to blossom
~ Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
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You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest,
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
it lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom,
The water flows.
~ Li Po
Twilight
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'Twixt a smile and a tear,
'Twixt a song and a sigh,
'Twixt the day and the dark,
When the night draweth nigh.
Ah, sunshine may fade
From the heavens above,
No twilight have we
To the day of our love.
~ Paul Lawrence Dunbar
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