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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 7:50 pm
by Burnt Hill
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 6:20 am
by Morty

Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:53 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 9:23 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 7:41 pm
by seemslikeadream
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Wed Aug 23, 2017 7:15 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 10:24 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are for minime

PostPosted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 10:58 am
by Cordelia
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~ Mark Bryan ~

Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 11:01 am
by Cordelia
Toomai Of The Elephants

I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain--
I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.

I will go out until the day, until the morning break,
Out to the winds 'untainted kiss, the waters' clean caress.
I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket-stake.
I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!

~ Rudyard Kipling ~


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Re:These are Clouds of Morning Glory

PostPosted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 7:47 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 2:04 pm
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:45 am
by Cordelia
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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 1:59 pm
by Blue
Holy Shit.

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Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Thu Sep 14, 2017 7:35 am
by Cordelia
Sea Surface Full Of Clouds

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In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck

And made one think of rosy chocolate
And gilt umbrellas. Paradisal green
Gave suavity to the perplexed machine

Of ocean, which like limpid water lay.
Who, then, in that ambrosial latitude
Out of the light evolved the morning blooms,

Who, then, evolved the sea-blooms from the clouds
Diffusing balm in that Pacific calm?
C'etait mon enfant, mon bijou, mon ame.

The sea-clouds whitened far below the calm
And moved, as blooms move, in the swimming green
And in its watery radiance, while the hue

Of heaven in an antique reflection rolled
Round those flotillas. And sometimes the sea
Poured brilliant iris on the glistening blue.

II

In that November off Tehuantepec
The slopping of the sea grew still one night.
At breakfast jelly yellow streaked the deck

And made one think of chop-house chocolate
And sham umbrellas. And a sham-like green
Capped summer-seeming on the tense machine

Of ocean, which in sinister flatness lay.
Who, then, beheld the rising of the clouds
That strode submerged in that malevolent sheen,

Who saw the mortal massives of the blooms
Of water moving on the water-floor?
C'etait mon frere du ciel, ma vie, mon or.

The gongs rang loudly as the windy booms
Hoo-hooed it in the darkened ocean-blooms.
The gongs grew still. And then blue heaven spread

Its crystalline pendentives on the sea
And the macabre of the water-glooms
In an enormous undulation fled.

III

In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And a pale silver patterned on the deck

And made one think of porcelain chocolate
And pied umbrellas. An uncertain green,
Piano-polished, held the tranced machine

Of ocean, as a prelude holds and holds,
Who, seeing silver petals of white blooms
Unfolding in the water, feeling sure

Of the milk within the saltiest spurge, heard, then,
The sea unfolding in the sunken clouds?
Oh! C'etait mon extase et mon amour.

So deeply sunken were they that the shrouds,
The shrouding shadows, made the petals black
Until the rolling heaven made them blue,

A blue beyond the rainy hyacinth,
And smiting the crevasses of the leaves
Deluged the ocean with a sapphire blue.

IV

In that November off Tehuantepec
The night-long slopping of the sea grew still.
A mallow morning dozed upon the deck

And made one think of musky chocolate
And frail umbrellas. A too-fluent green
Suggested malice in the dry machine

Of ocean, pondering dank stratagem.
Who then beheld the figures of the clouds
Like blooms secluded in the thick marine?

Like blooms? Like damasks that were shaken off
From the loosed girdles in the spangling must.
C'etait ma foi, la nonchalance divine.

The nakedness would rise and suddenly turn
Salt masks of beard and mouths of bellowing,
Would--But more suddenly the heaven rolled

Its bluest sea-clouds in the thinking green,
And the nakedness became the broadest blooms,
Mile-mallows that a mallow sun cajoled.

V

In that November off Tehuantepec
Night stilled the slopping of the sea.
The day came, bowing and voluble, upon the deck,

Good clown... One thought of Chinese chocolate
And large umbrellas. And a motley green
Followed the drift of the obese machine

Of ocean, perfected in indolence.
What pistache one, ingenious and droll,
Beheld the sovereign clouds as jugglery

And the sea as turquoise-turbaned Sambo, neat
At tossing saucers--cloudy-conjuring sea?
C'etait mon esprit batard, l'ignominie.

The sovereign clouds came clustering. The conch
Of loyal conjuration trumped. The wind
Of green blooms turning crisped the motley hue

To clearing opalescence. Then the sea
And heaven rolled as one and from the two
Came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.

~ Wallace Stevens ~

Re: These are the Clouds

PostPosted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 9:49 am
by Cordelia
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