New Blood XI
Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.
Run laughing towards the serpent’s jaws, where England meets the sea Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the winds A taste of salt, of love, of things left unsaid, undone A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul That haunts and comforts, whispers of what could have […]
When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean’s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country. The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road. The trees of the frequent […]
The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some opal-coloured pools. – Albert Lozeau – To the Moon –
Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –
Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil her father’s orb, with moisture-loving cloud. – Ovid (translation A.S. Kline) – Metamorphoses –
J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]
J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]
The dust of the hour and the ash of the day Fall down onto our hearts like a bitter rain, As in the fleeting day and ephemeral hour How much love and hope have they put into it! The dust of the day and the ash of the hour Contain our sighs, our wishes and our songs; Every […]