10 birds

A. Aubrey Bodine, 10 Birds, 1950s



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the blue window

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grace (or not)

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Stanislas at the window

Édouard Boubat, from A Gentle Eye

France, 1973

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kitchen window, winter morning

I got more conscious of the kitchen window backyards’ seasons’ daily view, here morning snow-dropped window sill January 23, 1987, white roofed toolshed, bare branched trees of Heaven, fences & fire escapes visible snow-line, Times. -


Allen Ginsberg

endings

“I like an ending that’s both a door and a window.”

Stanley Kunitz

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tea curtain

wa - harmony
kei- respect
sei- purity
jaku - tranquility



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variation in red and blue

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white window and blossoming tree

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tree and curtains

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blue window

A pretty word, window.
Window: the wingbeat of the yellow butterfly.
Two carelessly painted wooden shutters open out,
clumsy blue window.
I jump in and out of you, ride you like a horse,
my foot dragging the ground.
Window on the open world, from where I saw
Anita, expecting, get married, Pedro Cisterna’s
mother urinating in the rain, from where I saw
my love arrive on a bicycle and say to my father:
I have only the best intentions regarding your daughter.
O wooden-latched window, child’s play for thieves,
peephole on my soul,
I look into my heart.

Window, by Adélia Prado

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behind the curtain

from the series behind the curtain
Ula Wiznerowicz

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past lighted windows

What with the silence, and the possibility of walking out, at any moment over long wonderfully coloured roads to cliffs with the sea beneath, and coming back past lighted windows to one’s tea and fire and book - and then one has thoughts and a conception of the world and moments like a dragon fly in air - with all this I am kept very lively in my head.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Clive Bell dated 26 December 1909. 


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shining curtains

photograph: Cerasela

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fleeting dawn reveries

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autumn window

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like the lyre

COMME LA LYRE


Depuis quand nous te jouons
avec nos yeux, fenêtre!
Comme la lyre, tu devais être
rendue aux constellations!

Instrument tendre et fort
de nos âmes successives,
arrache enfin de nos sorts
ta forme définitive!

Monte! Tourne de loin
autour de nous qui te fîmes.
Soyex, astres, les rimes
trouvées a nos bouts de destin!


Rainer Maria Rilke

LIKE THE LYRE

 

Window, just how long have we
played you with our eyes!
Like the lyre, you should be
one of the constellations!

Tender and strong instrument
of our successive souls,
tear out your permanent
form at last from our fates!

Climb! And from afar
spin around us who created you.
Be the rhyme, O star,
found at the end of our end!

Translated by A. Poulin Jr.

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My Window-Ivy

Over my window the ivy climbs,

Its roots are in homely jars;

But all the day it looks at the sun,

And at night looks out at the stars.

The dust of the room may dim its green,

But I call to the breezy air:

"Come in, come in, good friend of mine!

And make my window fair."

So the ivy thrives from morn to morn,

Its leaves all turned to the light;

And it gladdens my soul with its tender green,

And teaches me day and night.

What though my lot is in lowly place,

And my spirit behind the bars;

All the long day I may look at the sun,

And at night look out at the stars.

What though the dust of earth would dim,

There 's a glorious outer air

That will sweep through my soul if I let it in,

And make it fresh and fair.

Dear God! let me grow from day to day,

Clinging and sunny and bright!

Though planted in shade, Thy window is near,

And my leaves may turn to the light.

Mary Mapes Dodge

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futurist window

the studio of Jules Schmalzigaug

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urban may window

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