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Bye-bye Blackbird!
Tonight I fly, into the unknown.
The night is thick and laden with emotions.
Lights blinking in the distance.
Misty eyed, I grope in the haze.
Guide me home twinkling stars.
The moon hangs like an old man.
She's tired.
Like me.
Ripe litchi, sweet on my lips.
My throat is parched.
I need my sleep.
Tomorrow I will hum a new tune.
Bye-bye Blackbird.
Another crow will take your place.
Hello Mercy,
ReplyDeleteMe again:
Seldom has a name choice been
more prophetic, better suited:
wisdom and beauty, by your parents foreseen,
merge in you, Mütsevelü, undisputed.
Your texts are nuanced, are rich, witty and smart,
they show potentential to be printed in books.
And if their charme's not enough to open one's heart,
every (male) heart will melt being touched by your looks.
Thanks for your art, it flourishes and thrives
Thank you for all that you have to say
Thank you and you all for enriching our lives.
Thanks to your parents, who led you that way.
I wish you for the coming year
all you desire, warmth and success
showers of roses, lack of fear*,
may all your projects make progress.
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Waterhouse again:
Happy Birthday!
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(modified) Keats again:
(originally: On leaving some Friends at an early Hour [1816])
GIVE M. a golden pen, and let her lean
On heap’d up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring her a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when ’tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar
And half discovered wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round her ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let her write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height her spirit is contending!
’Tis not content so soon to be alone.
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Three links to justify the use of your blackbird-post.
Blackbird (Trio Esperança)
Blackbird's Song (Augustine)
Green Finch and Linnet Bird.Nightingale, Blackbird (Harolyn Blackwell)
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And a PS (*):
One of the fears, you shall be free of is the fear of "virtual" admirers turning into real life mandolin-players below your balcony ...
I promise, that won't happen in my case!
Good luck and all the best.
May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You.
Who are you?
ReplyDeleteYou eloquent anonymous stranger?
Thanks for the compliments :D
"In trutina mentis dubia
ReplyDeletefluctuant contraria
lascivus amor et pudicitia.
Sed eligo quod video,
collum iugo praebeo;
ad iugum tam suave transeo."
("In the wavering balance of my feelings set against each other lascivious love and modesty. But I choose what I see, and submit my neck to the yoke; I yield to the sweet yoke.")
Carmina Burana (No. 21 in Carl Orff's version)
Witty conversation
Good food
The winged peperoni has got mail.
Mk.
Isn't it fortunate that I cannot boast of having a balcony at my present residence?
ReplyDeleteThat certainly helps me to keep my promise,
ReplyDeletewhen the hills and valleys were not enough.
M.u