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Acceptance

13th August 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Poetry

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This is post 47 of 68 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least, must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in its breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from its nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, “Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be be.”

Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) was an American poet and winner of four Pulitzer Prizes, most known for The Road Not Taken (a poem often read during graduation ceremonies), Fire and Ice, Mending Wall, Nothing Gold Can Stay, and Home Burial.

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Books Are Humanity In Print

9th August 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Books Quotes

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Barbara Tuchman

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. Without books, the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print.

Barbara Tuchman (1912 – 1989) was an American historian, journalist and author.

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The Red Wheelbarrow

6th August 2024 Mihaela Limberea

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William Carlos Williams

This is post 46 of 68 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

The red wheelbarrow in the rain with white chickens

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) was an American poet and physician, closely associated with modernism and imagism.

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Favorite Photos: July 2024

2nd August 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Photography Wildlife

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Africa Elephant Hornbill Marakele Marataba Safari South Africa Zebra

This is post 19 of 26 in the series “Favorite Photos”

This series contains my favorite photos processed in a particular month.

I didn’t do much photo processing this month, what with summer vacations, gardening, and the Olympics.

African elephant photographed in Marataba Marakele, South Africa. Many people commented on the elephant’s long lashes on Instagram, but most missed just how long they really were. Take another look. Yes, they are long and thick near the eye, but if you look closer, you’ll see that they are even longer than you think!

A zebra walking leisurely ahead of its harem in the Marakele National Park, South Africa

A zebra walks leisurely ahead of its harem in the Marakele National Park, South Africa. In zoology, a harem is a group of zebras consisting of one stallion, several mares, and their offspring.

Two Southern yellow-billed hornbills on a perch

Southern yellow-billed hornbills (Tockus leucomelas) are also called ‘flying bananas’ because of their huge bills. This bird’s bill is remarkably large in comparison to its body and can make up to 1/6th of its entire body length!

Interesting breeding behavior: Once a mating pair is established, they search for a nesting site, often in a tree facing northeast, and construct their nest using leaf litter and bark. The female enters the hole, seals it with her droppings, and leaves a small opening for the male to feed her while she tends to the eggs.

The female lays 3 or 4 eggs and incubates them for 25 days without leaving the nest. During this time, she sheds all her flight and tail feathers, becoming reliant on the male and vulnerable if he is absent or harmed. While in the nest, her feathers regrow, and she emerges with new plumage when the oldest chick is about 3 weeks old. Both parents take turns feeding the chicks for the next 6 weeks. When the chicks mature, hunger prompts them to break down the nest wall.

Stay tuned because I’m bursting with excitement to share more about this unforgettable adventure with all of you!

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A Work Of Art

2nd August 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Art Quotes

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Oscar Wilde

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Its beauty comes from the fact that the author is what he is. It has nothing to do with the fact that other people want what they want. Indeed, the moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist, and becomes a dull or an amusing craftsman, an honest or a dishonest tradesman. He has no further claim to be considered as an artist.

Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright.

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Sonnet

30th July 2024 Mihaela Limberea

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Edwin Arlington Robinson

This is post 45 of 68 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
To rift this changeless glimmer of dead gray;
To spirit back the Muses, long astray,
And flush Parnassus with a newer light;
To put these little sonnet-men to flight
Who fashion, in a shrewd mechanic way,
Songs without souls, that flicker for a day,
To vanish in irrevocable night,

What does it mean, this barren age of ours?
Here are the men, the women, and the flowers,
The seasons, and the sunset, as before.
What does it mean? Shall there not one arise
To wrench one banner from the western skies,
And mark it with his name forevermore?

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869 – 1935) was an American poet and playwright.

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It Is Foolish To Think That You Have To Read All The Books

26th July 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Books Quotes

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Umberto Eco

It is foolish to think that you have to read all the books you buy, as it is foolish to criticize those who buy more books than they will ever be able to read. It would be like saying that you should use all the cutlery or glasses or screwdrivers or drill bits you bought before buying new ones.

There are things in life that we need to always have plenty of supplies, even if we will only use a small portion.

If, for example, we consider books as medicine, we understand that it is good to have many at home rather than a few: when you want to feel better, then you go to the ‘medicine closet’ and choose a book. Not a random one, but the right book for that moment. That’s why you should always have a nutrition choice!

Those who buy only one book, read only that one and then get rid of it. They simply apply the consumer mentality to books, that is, they consider them a consumer product, a good. Those who love books know that a book is anything but a commodity.

Umberto Eco (1932 – 2016) was an Italian medievalist, philosopher, semiotician, novelist, and cultural critic).

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Before Parting

23rd July 2024 Mihaela Limberea

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Algernon Charles Swinburne

This is post 44 of 68 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

A month or twain to live on honeycomb
Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,
Cold sweet recurrence of acceptance rhyme,
And that strong purple under juice and foam
Where the wine’s heart has burst;
Nor feel the latter kisses like the first.

Once yet, this poor one time; I will not pray
Even to change the bitterness of it,
The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet,
To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay
All blurred and heavy in some perfumed wise
Over my face and eyes.

And yet who knows what end the scythed wheat
Makes of its foolish poppies’ mouths of red?
These were not sown, these are not harvested,
They grow a month and are cast under feet
And none has care thereof,
As none has care of a divided love.

I know each shadow of your lips by rote,
Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows;
The fashion of fair temples tremulous
With tender blood, and colour of your throat;
I know not how love is gone out of this,
Seeing that all was his.

Love’s likeness there endures upon all these:
But out of these one shall not gather love.
Day hath not strength nor the night shade enough
To make love whole and fill his lips with ease,
As some bee-builded cell
Feels at filled lips the heavy honey swell.

I know not how this last month leaves your hair
Less full of purple colour and hid spice,
And that luxurious trouble of closed eyes
Is mixed with meaner shadow and waste care;
And love, kissed out by pleasure, seems not yet
Worth patience to regret.

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837 – 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist and critic.

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Harry Potter And The Squirrel Wizard

19th July 2024 Mihaela Limberea

Books Photography

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Harry Potter Squirrel

One rainy afternoon, while sorting through thousands of safari photos, I decided to take a much-needed break, indulge in my love for Harry Potter, and have some fun.

Being a huge fan of both the books and the movies, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to immerse myself again in the magical world of witchcraft and wizardry, even if for a few hours.

Happy Harry Potter Day

In Summer

16th July 2024 Mihaela Limberea

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Alfred Douglas

This is post 43 of 68 in the series “Poetry Tuesday”

This is a series of poems published every Tuesday.

Photo by Claudio Testa on Unsplash edited by me

There were the black pine trees,
        And the sullen hills
        Frowning; there were trills
        Of birds, and the sweet hot sun,
        And little rills
        Of water, everyone
Singing and prattling; there were bees

Honey-laden, tuneful, a song
        Far-off, and a timid air
        That sighed and kissed my hair,
        My hair that the hot sun loves.
        The day was very fair,
        There was wooing of doves,
And the shadows were not yet long.

And I lay on the soft green grass,
        And the smell of the earth was sweet,
        And I dipped my feet
        In the little stream;
        And was cool as a flower is cool in the heat,
        And the day lay still in a dream,
And the hours forgot to pass.

And you came, my love, so stealthily
        That I saw you not
        Till I felt that your arms were hot
        Round my neck, and my lips were wet
        With your lips, I had forgot
        How sweet you were. And lo! the sun has set,
And the pale moon came up silently.

Lord Alfred Douglas (1870 – 1945) was an English poet and journalist.

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