Showing posts with label Poetic moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetic moment. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Mar de Portugal by Fernando Pessoa, with translation

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My father would recite this often by heart. I accidentally came across it on social media. Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal São lágrimas...
Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Unexpected Poem

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Update, around 10 PM: As it happens, this poor poem sprung just like that, the way poems do... and later on this same day, at a woman's...
Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Two Flowers

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These two flowers have been sharing the same vase and pouring their beauty into this room. One is Number Seven's from her performance la...
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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Last Sunday before Advent

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We were hoping our "ordinary time" Sunday dinner candles would make it... they barely did! Next Sunday, they will be purple and pi...
Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Poetry

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Husband has been running a  High School Poetry course with Numbers Six and Seven and friends... last night we had a reduced number of stude...
Sunday, November 25, 2012

Briege recites a poem

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Husband's favorite poet is Gerard Manley Hopkins. He told me about him and his poetry back when we were dating and I had never heard of ...
Sunday, January 08, 2012

Reflections: one year with my iPad

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Number One surprised me at Christmas with one last year. It has become such a part of my life since, and I have been thinking of writing a...
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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas morning

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A father takes his twelve year old to early mass, even if she has gone to midnight mass already, did not get enough sleep, and hasn't op...
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Monday, January 31, 2011

My Trip VIII: In the kitchen

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I was cooking chuchu one day, and thought of taking photos of a Brazilian common food--in a Brazilian kitchen. On the wall there is a ve rs...
Sunday, May 16, 2010

I love very-early mornings...

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

On flowers

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This miraculous beauty is one of many-- right outside the kitchen door. What is it about flowers? We pine for them all winter long... as we ...
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