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La Côte-Nord: Une région de démesure!
En Minganie, on goûte à la vie décrite dans les chansons du célèbre poète Gilles Vigneault.
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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
While suffering hardship, sorrow and happiness will be the butler,
Who knows where history has lost its crown,
The poet must die silently, every trace of "ah" smelling,
There is no direction left to flow; the compass is broken,
Carnations will be plucked from your bosom in the sea.
Vladimir Mayakovsky (1893 - 1930, RU: Владимир Маяковский) - Russian and Soviet poet, very well known for everyone at post-USSR
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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.
Have a wonderful day and thank you for viewing and commenting, Magda, (*_*)
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" Nous voulons être les poètes de nos propres vies ...et d'abord dans les plus petites choses."
Un grand merci pour vos favoris, commentaires et encouragements toujours très appréciés.
Many thanks for your much appreciated favorites and comments.
Ieri un infarto fulminante ha colpito, uccidendolo, Paolo Brera, giornalista, scrittore, poeta e traduttore, nonchè figlio del famoso Gianni Brera. L'ho conosciuto anni fa in quanto frequentavamo lo studio sul Naviglio Grande della nostra comune amica Mitti. La sua morte prematura mi ha colpito molto.
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.
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The legendary King Arthur has a direct association with the Castle Rocks of St John, courtesy of Sir Walter Scott’s epic poem of 1813, Bridal of Triermain. The poem tells the story of a young knight named Roland de Vaux who falls in love with a mysterious woman named Gyneth, who is revealed to be a fairy queen. The story takes place in the scenic Vale of St. John, near the town of Triermain. Gwyneth resides in the castle there (Castle Rock).
Synopsis of the poem:
The Bridal of Triermain interweaves three stories, all with a Lake District setting: the eighteenth-century courtship of Arthur and Lucy, the Arthurian Legend of 'Lyulph's Tale', and the twelfth-century romance of Sir Roland de Vaux.
In order to warn his aristocratic lover Lucy against excessive maidenly pride, the low-born poet Arthur recites 'Lyulph's Tale' in cantos I-II. He tells how how King Arthur is seduced by the enchantress Guendolen. When he abandons the pregnant Guendolen to resume his kingly duties, she swears revenge. Sixteen years later, the fruit of their union, Gyneth appears at Camelot to remind Arthur of his promise that should he and Guendolen produce a daughter, she would wed the bravest of the Knights of the Round Table. Arthur declares a tournament with Gyneth's hand as the prize but instructs her to halt the combat before lives are lost. As the instrument of her mother's wrath, however, she does nothing to end the ferocious fighting, until Merlin arises from a chasm in the ground to punish her. She is sentenced to slumber in Guendolen's enchanted castle until awakened by a knight as brave as any of the Round Table.
The poet Arthur's courtship of Lucy proves successful and, following their marriage, Lucy begs him to tell of Gyneth's fate. In the third and final canto, then, he recounts the quest of the twelfth-century knight Sir Roland de Vaux of Triermain. He has heard Gyneth's legend and sets out to find the enchanted castle. Having located it in the Valley of Saint John, he successfully passes through a series of allegorical dangers and temptations (Fear, Avarice, Sensuality, Ambition) to awaken Gyneth from her five hundred-year sleep and win her hand.
Courtesy of www.walterscott.lib.ed.ac.uk/works/poetry/triermain.html
Als moderner Gegensatz, eine Reminiszenz
an das Gemälde mit dem Titel "Der arme Poet"
von Carl Spitzweg.
A new creation from Poet's Heart amazing & innovating creator, who goes a step further in men's Jake's body mesh with the name "PH - Garbage Couture"
Soon it will be available at Salvage Station on 20th November & the event will be till 20th December
Stay Tuned
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
While it is not World Poetry Day until 21st March, every Friday is Poets Day here in the UK because tomorrow is Saturday.
I'm hoping to get out with my camera tomorrow. Pain and weather permitting. I wish you all an amazing weekend ahead my Flickr friends. Stay safe and take photos.
Photographed from a stone monument to local poets, T. Hughes Jones (1895-1966), B. T. Hopkins (1897-1981), J. M. Edwards (1903-1978) and Edward Prosser Rhys (1901-1945).
Many thanks for comments and faves!
“When photographing women, we have three paths: photograph them with the "male gaze” ; photograph them as "photographer eyes” and photograph them as "poet feeling”. I always try to be the three ...” by Old Roger
My outfit (jean, corset, poet shirt) are from RKKN : Stefania outfit gacha .
And this will be available tomorrow at The Epiphany .
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
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcisse_des_po%C3%A8tes
Un petit rappel
Toutes les jonquilles sont des Narcisses, mais tous les Narcisses ne sont pas des Jonquilles
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcisse_des_po%C3%A8tes
A little reminder