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Narcissus poeticus was one of the first daffodils to be cultivated, and is frequently identified as the narcissus of ancient times. It is also often associated with the Greek legend of Narcissus. It is widely naturalized in North America. Historic John Wright Stanley House garden, New Bern, NC
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ANCIENT CATHEDRALS
How many lives passed
within these cold stormy walls
Saints, heroes, murderers, poor people
Everybody looking for something
Now the clamor of the centuries is over
I will await here silently
among this gathering of rustling shadows
that someone tells me about your broken lives
In the middle of that thick scrub
between erased names
faded photographs
where all ambitions end
behind corroded stone writings
© Eli Medier
Taken at Netherwood
Marko Marulic Square, Zagreb, Croatia
Marko Marulic was a Croatian medieval poet, often referred to as the father of Croatian literature. That's his statue in the middle of the square, facing the entrance to the Croatian State Archives building.
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Spring had sprung, everything bursting and unfurling; fresh green everywhere.
A beautiful long tree lined lane leading to a mansion would make a perfect shot… if I was conventional.
I decided I wanted something different, and walked around the majestic trunks, in the field, and photographed the ‘outside’, where the branches grew un-thinned and more wild.
I love the patterns and think the delicate green looks very romantic, poetic.
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Le village fortifié du Poët-Laval, dominé par son château médiéval, se détache sur un paysage de collines boisées, à quelques kilomètres à l'ouest de Dieulefit, en Drôme provençale. La commune est membre de l'association des Plus Beaux Villages de France, qui vise à promouvoir les atouts touristiques de petites communes françaises riches d'un patrimoine de qualité.
Au cours des guerres de religion, Le Poët-Laval connut plusieurs sièges : le château, très endommagé par les combats, fut délaissé par les commandeurs qui se fixèrent définitivement à Montélimar à la fin du xvie siècle. Les fortifications furent démantelées et le corps de logis tomba en ruines. La chapelle castrale Saint-Jean redevint église paroissiale sous le vocable de Saint-André.
À partir du début du xxe siècle, le développement du village de Gougne, en fond de vallée, entraîna l’abandon progressif du vieux village, qui n’était plus occupé que par quelques personnes âgées au début des années 1950. Dès 1925, quelques passionnés créèrent l’association des Amis du vieux Poët-Laval, qui freina le pillage systématique dont le site faisait l’objet en acquérant et en consolidant les constructions les plus menacées. À partir de 1959, les travaux réalisés par des particuliers sur toute la partie haute du village, sur les rues et quelques maisons anciennes ont permis de redonner vie à ce lieu remarquable, qui semblait voué à la disparition comme nombre de villages perchés et auquel l’accueil touristique et le retour d’habitants permanents rendent aujourd’hui une nouvelle jeunesse.
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The fortified village of Poet-Laval, dominated by its medieval castle, is set against a landscape of wooded hills, a few kilometers west of Dieulefit, in Drôme Provençale. The town is a member of the Association of the Most Beautiful Villages of France, which aims to promote the tourism assets of small French towns of a rich heritage of quality.
During the wars of religion, Le Poet-Laval knew several seats: the castle, badly damaged by the fighting, was abandoned by the commanders who permanently settled in Montelimar in the late sixteenth century. The fortifications were dismantled and the main building fell into disrepair. The chapel Saint-Jean became parish church under the patronage of St. Andrew.
From the early twentieth century, the development of the village of Gougne, in the valley, led to the gradual abandonment of the old village, which was not occupied by a few elderly people in the early 1950. In 1925, some enthusiasts created the Association of Friends of Old Poet-Laval, which braked the systematic looting whose site was the subject by acquiring and consolidating the most endangered buildings. From 1959 the work of individuals across the top of the village, on the streets and old houses have made it possible to revive this remarkable place, which seemed destined to disappear as a number of perched villages and to which the tourist reception and the return of permanent inhabitants make a new youth today.
Translated from:
Als moderner Gegensatz, eine Reminiszenz
an das Gemälde mit dem Titel "Der arme Poet"
von Carl Spitzweg.
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Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
JAMES ELROY FLECKER
To a Poet a thousand years hence
The mythical poet Orpheus braved the underworld to rescue his dead wife Eurydice.The gods allowed her ghost to follow him and regain life provided that Orpheus did not look at her until both have reached the sunlit earth.Rodin depicts Eurydice's spirit floating in the underworld dark entrance while Orpheus hesitates at the threshold because he cannot feel her phantom embrace or hear her spectral voice,Orpheus turns to see if his beloved has come.An instant later he will glimpse her,and Eurydice will vanish.
与謝野晶子（Yosano Akiko、１８７８－１９４２）
Her poet、”君死にたまふことなかれ”was her song when her brother was called up to Russo-Japanese War at 1904, produced by her husband,Tekkan.
the following is Arthar Binard translation.
I call you, brother
don't you dare lay down your life.
You, the youngest child in our family,
thus cherished all the more-
Mother and father didn't educate you.......
bring you up to the age of 24, so that you couldn't kill or be killed yourself.
.........
Although Japan pushed to War until the defeat of World War second.
De geschiedenis van dit plaatsje begint in de twaalfde eeuw na Christus toen gesticht werd door de Orde van de Hospitaliers. Evenals vele andere dorpjes in de nabije omgeving, heeft het door de eeuwen heen zwaar geleden onder de verschillende gewapende conflicten. Zo had het zwaar te leiden onder de gevolgen van de Godsdienstoorlogen. Zo raakte onder meer het kasteel bij het dorpje zwaar beschadigd en werden de verschillende verdedigingswerken van ontmanteld. Na de Godsdienstoorlogen raakte het zelfs in verval en dreigde dit mooie dorpje een spookdorpje te worden. Dankzij de inzet van de zogenaamde Amis du Vieux Poët-Laval, oftewel de Vereniging van Vrienden van Le Poët-Laval, werd dit voorkomen. Zo slaagden zij er in de plundering van het vervallen dorpje een halt toe te roepen, waardoor het dorpje kon uitgroeien tot het prachtige plaatsje zoals het vandaag de dag bekend staat. Le Poët-Laval behoort tot de mooiste dorpjes in het departement Drôme. Haar prachtige ligging, tegen een beboste heuvel, heeft hier ongetwijfeld mee te maken. Ondanks de turbulente geschiedenis van het plaatsje, heeft het dorpje haar middeleeuwse karakter weten te behouden. Oorspronkelijk was het plaatsje een rustig dorpje. Onder meer de Nederlandse schrijver Gerard Reve vond hier zijn rust. Vandaag de dag herbergt het plaatsje enkele bezienswaardigheden, zoals het oude kasteel van de Hospitaalridders, de oude kapel en het Dauphinois museum van het protestantisme.
Barns now cover the old walls of a farmstead on the site of the home of Donnchadh Bàn Mac an t-Saoir (Duncan Ban MacIntyre, 1724–1812), one of the most renowned Scottish Gaelic poets.
Even when visiting the prairie you can forget the colors of the prairie. There seems a bright yellow and dull brown, a dusty and muted pall draped over the landscape.
The grasses are green. The grasses are brown. And your eyes can only notice the reds and blues at glances, if at all.
Apart from dawn and dusk, the sky shifts endlessly from white to blue to white while clouds build across the parching afternoon.
In summer there are few flowers, but even those come missing more often than not.
The colors in this photo are at once surreal and hyperreal. They exist in that uncertain light between the lens and the film.
The colors on the prairie are few, but giving into it feels more colorful; allowing yourself over to the prairie, scrambling with life, overcome with place and being, there exists an endless color spectrum of light.
This is how the prairie can feel.
I will often say something like "I try to make my color photos express how a place felt rather than how it looked," and that is what is happening here - though I cannot imagine it so for everyone.
Most see these nearly-desert places as empty, featureless, and ultimately colorless: the beauty is show through black & white, if at all. But here, in this photo (and with any luck in most of the prairie photos), our notions and expectations are merely the foundations for possibilities. Even this is little more than a starting place.
This photo shows nothing that wasn't already there. It invents nothing. It imagines nothing. It rearranges no design. What it does (I hope) is simply show you what is possible.
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'A Poet Without'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Agfa Color XRS 400; x-90s
Process: DIY ECN-2
Nebraska
July 2023
Au milieu de nulle part, le monde de Robert Coudray s'anime, bruisse, prend de la couleur, joue avec les objets de récup' et la nature. Cela fait 25 ans que ce petit homme sensible au monde qui l'entoure le réinvente avec sa créativité.
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