Sunday, June 28, 2020

Just some captivating images


Great Spangled Fritillary     -   I have seen two in my garden!





Art -  Pool with two figures  - David Hockney      Wish I was in it



Art - Tim Storrier -  The Passenger, into the Evening



And a poem by Richard Wilbur:


June Light
Richard Wilbur - 1921-2017

Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window.  You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.

Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin's fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.

And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.





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