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I would like to translate this poem. Lisa Wilkinson 13 May Panda 16 April Duncan Wyllie 09 July Dustin Bennefield 08 July Ernestine Northover 06 July Brian Dorn 16 June See All Comments. Download image of this poem. Report this poem. Tribute to the great poet Rabindranath Tagore on the eve of th birth-anniversary on 8th May This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. I would like to translate this poem.

Poetic Breath 26 May Pranayee Gupta Rachamalla 20 May Dr Antony Theodore 18 May Kishore Kumar Das 18 May Howard Savage 17 May You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Email Address:. Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice.

I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors. My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

Charleston Through an Artist's eye a blog about the history art and culture of Charleston and the Lowcountry of the Southern Islands. Skip to content. A poem by Mary Oliver. Can You imagine? The secret slippery package drops to the weeds. She leans her long neck and tongue…. It is. Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light,. Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,.

Is the soul solid, like iron? I keep looking around me. At Blackwater Pond the tossed wat… after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time.