Saturday, 14 January 2012

things of beauty























There ought to be gardens for all months in the year,
in which, severally, things of beauty,
may be then in season.


Sir Francis Bacon

Friday, 6 January 2012

Friday, 30 December 2011

New Year

















AMBROSIA wishes all friends a HAPPY NEW YEAR

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops...at all.


Emily Dickinson

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Christmas Greetings


















Heap on the wood! - the wind is chill
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
...
Sir Walter Scott


Wishing visitors and friends a happy and peaceful Christmas

Friday, 16 December 2011

nothingness























Earth, mountains, rivers - hidden in this nothingness.
In this nothingness - earth, mountains, rivers revealed.
Spring flowers, winter snows:
There's no being or non-being, nor denial itself.


Saisho

Friday, 9 December 2011

from the winter garden























Come said the wind to the leaves one day,
Come o're the meadows and we will play.
Put on your dresses scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.


A children's song of the 1880's

Friday, 2 December 2011

december rose
























Oh, this is he joy of the rose;
That it blows,
and goes.


Willa Cather

Friday, 25 November 2011

fog in november




















Fog in November, trees have no heads,
Streams only sound, walls suddenly stop
Half-way up hills, the ghost of a man spreads
Dung on dead fields for next year's crop.
I cannot see my hand before my face,
My body does not seem to be my own,
The world becomes a far-off, foreign place,
People are strangers, houses silent, unknown.


Leonard Clark - Fog in November

Friday, 18 November 2011

Thursday, 10 November 2011

the cloud



















I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
and mingled into one.


John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

Friday, 4 November 2011

starlight





















In the rain the pavement shines like silver
all lights are misty in the river,
in the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
...
On my own * Les Miserables

Friday, 28 October 2011

appointed time






















"There is an appointed time for everything.
And there is a time for every event under heaven
A time to give birth, and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted."


Ecclesiastes, 3:1-2

Saturday, 22 October 2011

delicious autumn





















"Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."


George Eliot

Friday, 14 October 2011

Friday, 7 October 2011

perfumes



















"Perfumes are the feelings of flowers"
Heinrich Heine

Sunday, 2 October 2011

the light














They give birth astride of a grave,
the light gleams an instant,
then it's night once more.


Samuel Beckett

Thursday, 22 September 2011

september
























" By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
with summer's best of weather
and Autumn's best of cheer " 


Helen Hunt Jackson, September

Friday, 16 September 2011

eternity


















Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.


Khalil Gibran

Saturday, 10 September 2011

the river
















De Linge (By Leerdam)


I do not know much about gods;
But I think that the river 
is a strong brown god - sullen, untamed and intractable.


T.S.Eliot  "Four Quartets" in The Dry Salvages

Friday, 2 September 2011

late summer


















"A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year".


William Longgood

Friday, 26 August 2011

colors


All colors are the friends of their neighbors
and the lovers of their opposites.


Marc Chagall

Friday, 19 August 2011

Friday, 12 August 2011

ducks

















Ducks are strange animals.
The way they squat and squabble.
Sometimes they talk to you as if you understand 
what they are saying...
And sometimes they are right.


Bill Murphy

Thursday, 4 August 2011

the rose II




















Flowers of all hue,
and without thorn the rose.


John Milton

Friday, 29 July 2011

on the way





















No meio do caminho


No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra
tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho
tinha uma pedra
no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.


Nunca me esquecerei desse acontecimento
na vida de minhas retinas tão fatigadas.
Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho
tinha uma pedra
Tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho
no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.


Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Friday, 22 July 2011

beauty
























"What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth".


John Keats

Friday, 15 July 2011

Friday, 8 July 2011

into the rose garden


Footfalls echo in the memory,
down the passage which we did not take,
towards the door we never opened
into the rose-garden.


T.S.Elliot

Friday, 1 July 2011

jardim de areia


Para a minha irmã com admiração e reconhecimento


Casa Branca


Casa branca em frente ao mar enorme,
Com o teu jardim de areia e flores marinhas
E o teu silêncio intacto em que dorme   
O milagre das coisas que eram minhas.


A ti eu voltarei após o incerto
Calor de tantos gestos  recebidos
Passados os tumultos e o deserto
Beijados os fantasmas, percorridos
Os murmúrios da terra indefinida.


Em ti renascerei num mundo meu
E a redenção virá nas tuas linhas
Onde nenhuma coisa se perdeu
Do milagre das coisas que eram minhas.



Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
in Poesia I (1944)

Saturday, 25 June 2011

let us be silent
























"Let us be silent that we may hear the whisper of God"


Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, 17 June 2011

the fate of flowers



If there were nothing else to trouble us,
the fate of flowers would make us sad.


John Lancaster Spalding  -  Aphorisms and Reflections

Friday, 10 June 2011

Friday, 3 June 2011

about June
























What is one to say about June,
the time of perfect young summer,
the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months,
and with as yet no sign to remind one
that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

Gertrude Jekyll



Friday, 20 May 2011

Friday, 13 May 2011

tendernesses
























Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

Rainier Maria Rilke

Friday, 6 May 2011

around the lake
























Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.


Wallace Stevens

Friday, 29 April 2011

Dutch tulips


















Dutch tulips from their beds
Flaunted their stately heads.

Montgomery  -  The adventure of a star

Friday, 22 April 2011

Saturday, 16 April 2011

green


Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
 I know no thing so wondrous fair,
 No miracle so strangely rare.
 I wonder what will next be there!

L.H. Bailey

Friday, 8 April 2011

all's right with the world
























The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven-
All's right with the world!

Robert Browning

Thursday, 31 March 2011

beneath the kisses of the night


A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
and the young winds fed it with silver dew,
and it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of the night.

Percy Bysshe Shelley  "The Sensitive Plant" 1820

Friday, 25 March 2011

primavera


Não é nos largos campos ou nos jardins grandes que vejo chegar a primavera. É nas poucas árvores pobres de um largo pequeno da cidade. Ali a verdura destaca como uma dádiva e é alegre como uma boa tristeza.

Fernando Pessoa - Livro do Desassossego por Bernardo Soares

Friday, 18 March 2011

time to go


















Up rose the wild Winter-King,
And shook his beard of snow;
"I hear the first young hard-bell ring,
T'is time for me to go!
North ward o'er the icy rocks,
North ward o'er the sea,
My daughter comes with sunny locks:
This land's too warm for me! "

Charles Godfrey Leland

Friday, 11 March 2011

the evening beam














Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life,
the evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Lord Byron

Friday, 4 March 2011

abstract I

Reflections on water

Friday, 25 February 2011

ausência



 Ausência

Num deserto sem água
Numa noite sem lua
Num país sem nome
Ou numa terra nua

Por maior que seja o desespero
Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Friday, 18 February 2011

poetry
























The poetry of the earth is never dead.

John Keats

Friday, 11 February 2011

spring weather


















Dear beautiful spring wheather, I miss you.
Was it something I said?

Kim Carbin "Skipper"

Thursday, 3 February 2011

winter drawings


These winter nights against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines,
Which she will make when summer comes again
Quaint arabesques in argent
flat and cold
Like curious Chinese etchings.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Frost-work

Friday, 21 January 2011