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βBeauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know itβ¦β πΈ
Isabel Allende β The House of the Spirits
they're smiling at you <3
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Footholds
βwhile the green clouds of the trees have grown / above their mingled shadowsβ
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Beginners
βAs though it had always been forbidden to remember / each of us grew up / knowing nothing about the beginningβ
βand from forgotten happiness we know / that the day we wake to is our ownβ
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The Color They Come To
βcurled in its own colorβ
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Looking Up in the Garden
βThese trees have no names / whatever we call themβ
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Coming of Age
βthe sunbeam on the scuffed stairs / in the soundless houseβ
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Another To Echo
βand the words were made / listeningβ
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Among the Shadows at Home
βLife after life at nightfall / in houses I have lovedβ
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Old Plum Tree
βHow long were you there / before I remembered you / as the birds did each yearβ
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Wild Oats
βIn my youth I believed in somewhere else / I put faith in travel / now I am becoming my own treeβ
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Voice of Summer
βwhere is it now / listening / beyond the sheep grazing / in the long shadowsβ
βBury your heart in some deep green hollow Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea.β
β Charlotte Mew, from Saturday MarketΒ Β