It is not down on any map. True places never are.
Herman Melville; Moby-Dick. 1851.
February in the woods, somewhere in the American Midwest.
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It is not down on any map. True places never are.
Herman Melville; Moby-Dick. 1851.
February in the woods, somewhere in the American Midwest.
At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this?
And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?
— The Deaf Republic
By Ilya Kaminsky —
#IlyaKaminsky
#TheDeafRepublic
#poetry
#roundel
#Klimt
#AnneSexton
#Yellow
#poetry
Collaborators
Despots need craven band,
To boost their grim command,
With willing, trembling hand.
Crimes need a common will,
A shared, compliant chill,
Where conscience is left still.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #tyranny #power #politics
February
Thin gray twilight falls.
Threadbare blanket closes round
Winter’s stoney heart.
beauty and truth from Joseph Fasano.
Each day an old oak resists
the wind and pests
even as we recall
the day we saw one fall.
Ilya Kaminsky (2019, Graywolf Press.
#poetry
#IlyaKaminsky
Was somebody asking to see the soul?
See your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the
trees, running rivers, the rocks and sands.
~ Walt Whitman ~
Winter birds making a good show of spirit in the American upper Midwest, where January frost bites down hard.
By
Ursula K Le Guin
Moss peeking from beneath snow in the Midwest. No water. No fleece, no Primaloft or down or Gore-Tex. No helmets, Kevlar, certainly no drone air support. No nothin’ but biology.💚
#MossInWinter
#MossIsBadass
#january
Sublet Morals
He ceased to fear hell's domain,
When he perceived he held its reign.
His code had no cause to strain.
Guiltless power saves much time,
It streamlines each devised crime.
One's verdicts stay in perfect prime.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #politics
#January
#MidwestUSA
Winter woods in midwestern US, following snow, rain, flood, freeze/thaw…repeat
Winter birds of the midwestern US.
#MidwestWinter
#Icestorm
#December
Trimming the Tree
One glass swan
Faded to Riesling,
Weightless.
What else endures?
Nothing fragile,
Ornamental,
No relics and artifacts,
Not this frost-lit night
Or December’s
Tea-stained pavement,
Even the aurora
Flowing through
The cold black sky
Thick with stars?
#Poetry
#Memory
#Fragility
Growth in permanent supportive housing for the unhoused in Aurora, IL.
www.dailyherald.com/20251117/sub...
#poetry
#memory
#remember
November brings change to the
beech-maple forest.
Tiny Dancer.
#October
Thanks for posting this bit. She’s one of my science heroes.
The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it?
Ralph Waldo Emerson
on Beauty. From the essay Nature
#Emerson
#Transcendentalists
#October
#memory
#dreams
#poetry
