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In the very end of November I’m cleaning my crystals burying them in the ground for several days. La
Moving to the mountains,last warm days of autumn,still a chance to drink morning green tea sitting a
Miklós Radnóti, “Foaming Sky” (trans. Clive Wilmer and György Gömöri), excerpted from Steep Path: Po
The Mill, Rembrandt van Rijn (1606-1669)In Rembrandt’s LightSunset stretches round the earth as a go
Emily Dickinson, ‘The name–of it–is Autumn’ (Poem 656), The Complete Poems of Emily Dick
Autumn Poetry by Daniel-Fleischhacker
a patternKōyō, Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems | Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan’s Tales | A
thecenterwillnothold:[ID: an excerpt from ‘Ode,’ a poem by Czesław Miłosz“O OctoberSeason of poetry,
Wu-Men, from Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry; “Ten Thousand Flowers,”
#Repost @spiritbyalamir (@get_repost)・・・...#writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetry #autumn #inspira
MY AUTUMN by @flippermood“Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream–“ -Bashou haiku
From “Alphabet,” Inger Christensen
.autumn.. Our shortest season..
I am the in-between, the spring and the autumn,Windswept veiled whispers, evenly fostered.Of fair an
gnossienne:Der Einsame im Herbst (The lonely one in autumn), from Mahler’s Das Lied von der Erde
duettaeann:An autumn sunset, 8 X 2017Let me listen to my hearts contentAs I lie among those stately
Eavan Boland, “A Woman Painted on a Leaf”[Text ID: “so that Autumnwhich was oncethe hard look of sta
booklyreads:“Now constantly there is the sound,quieter than rain,of the leaves falling.”
violentwavesofemotion:Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; “Autumn Song,”
gnossienne:Louise Glück, “October”
The poetry…It´s a feeling made spelling,it´s essence and words,breaking through…Through the chest,An
#Repost @n.r.hart (@get_repost)・・・stubborn heart..love more ❤️ from my autumn season “poetry a
“Η μόνη γαλήνη που γνωρίζω,βρίσκεται στη φύση,στο να νιώθω τον εαυτό μου κομμάτι της,έστω και για λί
The leaves, last leaves …
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