by Prasanta | Oct 2, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, poets
Besides the Autumn Poets Sing by Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive mornings, A few ascetic eves,— Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod, And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves....
by Prasanta | Oct 1, 2018 | Beauty, Quotes
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” -L.M. Montgomery, in Anne Of Green Gables
by Prasanta | Sep 19, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Life, Seasons, Summer, Wordless Wednesday
Late Summer Roses But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of...
by Prasanta | Aug 1, 2018 | Beauty, Quotes, Seasons, Summer, Wordless Wednesday
“Everyday I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” ― Claude Monet “Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we...
by Prasanta | Jul 25, 2018 | Beauty, Summer, Wordless Wednesday
“Everybody needs beauty…places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.” – John Muir
by Prasanta | May 26, 2018 | Beauty, flowers, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
“Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom We knew— Sweet Wonder— A Nature be Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor Keep May!” – Emily Dickinson, Besides This May, #977,...
by Prasanta | May 17, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning,...
by Prasanta | May 1, 2018 | Beauty, Nature, Poetry, poets, Spring, Uncategorized
May Day by Sara Teasdale A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand. Oh I must pass nothing by...
by Prasanta | Apr 30, 2018 | Beauty, Haiku, Photogrpahy, Poetry, Uncategorized
*** Oh, brilliant moon is it true that even you must fly as if you’re tardy? ― Issa *** tonight I have no time to sleep moon-viewing –Basho *** I took this photo from a plane yesterday evening. The full moon...
