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Today’s Poem: Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

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Love Sonnet XVII

Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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Photo of the Day ~ Don’t Miss It!

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Spring Comes But Once a Year

Don’t Miss a Moment

It’s a Spectacular Show

And, It’s Free

Photo of the Day ~ Enjoy Spring

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Spring only comes once a year. Don’t miss a second of it.

It’s a glorious rebirth of life. Life again wins.

Today’s Poem ~ Craving for Spring

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Craving for Spring

D. H. Lawrence

I wish it were spring in the world.

Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation!
Come, life! surge through this mass of mortification!
Come, sweep away these exquisite, ghastly first-flowers,
which are rather last-flowers!
Come, thaw down their cool portentousness, dissolve them:
snowdrops, straight, death-veined exhalations of white and purple crocuses,
flowers of the penumbra, issue of corruption, nourished in mortification,
jets of exquisite finality;
Come, spring, make havoc of them!

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Today’s Inspiration ~ If It’s Gong to Happen, It Will Happen

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“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”

~ Pablo Neruda

Something to Think About

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There are hummingbirds that visit my yard every day. I don’t have a hummingbird feeder, but I do have flowering plants that attract them. The hummingbirds are part of creation and bring great joy to me. No airplane can fly with the dexterity and speed of a hummingbird.The bees also like to come to my flowering plants as well as other insects. I hope leaders throughout the world can work together to protect our environment for future generations and for all living creatures.

🤗 Feel Good Hack ~ The Power of Flowers

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Apart from brightening up a room, flowers can also brighten up your mood. A floral fixture may reduce feelings of pain and anxiety while boosting positive emotions. One study also shows that looking at flowers first thing in the morning leads to increased happiness and energy and decreased anxiety. Not only that, but being surrounded by blooms can also positively affect your 9-to-5—it’s been shown to boost creativity and make workspaces feel more pleasant.

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Beauty ~ Gerald Manley Hopkins

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“I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful
than the bluebell I have been looking at.
I know the beauty of our Lord by it.” ~ Gerald Manley Hopkins

To The Thawing Wind ~ Robert Frost

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COME with rain, O loud Southwester!     
Bring the singer, bring the nester;     
Give the buried flower a dream;     
Make the settled snow-bank steam;     
Find the brown beneath the white;     
But whate'er you do to-night,     
Bathe my window, make it flow,     
Melt it as the ices go;     
Melt the glass and leave the sticks     
Like a hermit's crucifix;     
Burst into my narrow stall;     
Swing the picture on the wall;     
Run the rattling pages o'er;     
Scatter poems on the floor;     
Turn the poet out of door.

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