Poetry Plus – Sobre Las Olas (On The Waves) – A poem by Jean Cocteau

Sobre Las Olas by Jean Cocteau

Ah Joy Joy Such Joy

Ah joy joy such joy
Round and round love’s secrets spin
Summer’s carousel

Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau (1889 -1963) was a French poet, playwright, novelist, designer, filmmaker, visual artist and critic.

Cocteau insisted on calling himself a poet, classifying the great variety of his works – poems, novels, plays, essays, drawings, films – as “poésie”, “poésie de roman”, “poésie de thêatre”, “poésie critique”, “poésie graphique” and “poésie cinématographique”.

From 1900 to 1904, Cocteau attended the Lycée Condorcet where he met and began a relationship with schoolmate Pierre Dargelos, who would reappear throughout Cocteau’s oeuvre.

Cocteau published his first volume of poems, Aladdin’s Lamp, at nineteen. Cocteau soon became known in Bohemian artistic circles as The Frivolous Prince, the title of a volume he published at twenty-two.

Edith Wharton described him as a man

“to whom every great line of poetry was a sunrise, every sunset the foundation of the Heavenly City…”

Poem Attribution © Jean Cocteau, Sobre Las Olas (On The Waves)

Source Attribution https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sobre-las-olas-on-the-waves/

Senryū Attribution Goff James, Ah Joy Joy Such Joy

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Bio Attribution Reference https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Cocteau

Painting 2 Attribution Amedeo Modigliani, Jean Cocteau, (1916)

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Painting 1 Attribution © Natasha Malenkova, Emerald Wave, (Date Unstated)

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Sobre Las Olas (On The Waves) by Jean Cocteau

The boys in striped knitware
make the waves sprout–is it a storm?
Everything coos and the bathing girl
consults the mirror of the skies

Waltz, emerald carriages
As a rosebush swells its sides
Once more on the merry-go-round
Spring at the bottom of the sea.

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Poetry Plus – To Music ~ A Song – A poem by Robert Herrick

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To Music ~ A Song by Robert Herrick

Ah Music Music

Ah music music
Stiller of the troubled brow
Tamer of the beast

Robert Herrick, (1591 -1674), English cleric and poet, the most original of the “sons of Ben [Jonson],” who revived the spirit of the ancient classic lyric.

He is best remembered for the line “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,” and is counted among the Cavalier poets.

Almost forgotten in the 18th century, and in the 19th century alternately applauded for his poetry’s lyricism and condemned for its “obscenities,”

Robert Herrick nowadays is recognized as one of the most accomplished nondramatic poets of his age. Long dismissed as merely a “minor poet” and, as a consequence, neglected or underestimated by scholars and critics

Herrick wrote elegies, satires, epigrams, love songs to imaginary mistresses, marriage songs, complimentary verse to friends and patrons, and celebrations of rustic and ecclesiastical festivals.

The appeal of Herrick’s poetry lies in its truth to human sentiments and its perfection of form and style.

Frequently light, worldly, and hedonistic and making few pretensions to intellectual profundity, it yet covers a wide range of subjects and emotions, ranging from lyrics inspired by rural life to wistful evocations of life and love’s evanescence and fleeting beauty.

Herrick’s lyrics are notable for their technical mastery and the interplay of thought, rhythm, and imagery that they display. As such, they are typical of the Cavalier poets, a group identifiable by its politics—loyal to Charles I during the English Civil Wars—and the distinct tone and style of its members’ verse.

As a poet, Herrick was steeped in the classical tradition; he was also influenced by English folklore and lyrics, by Italian madrigals, by the Bible and patristic literature, and by contemporary English writers, notably Jonson and Robert Burton.

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.britannica.com/biography/Robert-Herrick-English-clergyman-and-poet

Poem Attribution © Robert Herrick, To Music ~ A Song

Source Attribution https://allpoetry.com/To-Music:-A-Song

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.britannica.com/biography/Robert-Herrick-English-clergyman-and-poet & https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-herrick

Image Attribution Niccolò Schiavonetti, Robert Herrick, (after Unknown artistline engraving, circa 1790-1813)

Source Attribution https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw39776/Robert-Herrick

Senryū Attribution, Goff James, Ah Music Music

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Painting Attribution © Shalev Mann, String Quartet #71, (Canvas ’14)

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Poetry Plus – My Sad Self – A poem by Allen Ginsberg

© Tatiana Bugaenko, Sunset in Manhattan

My Sad Self (Excerpt) by Allen Ginsberg

(To Frank O’Hara)

Twilight Purple Voiced

Twilight purple voiced
Manhattan noise hazed wallows
Silence dust choked coughs

Allen Ginsberg (1926 -1997) one of the most respected Beat writers and acclaimed American poets of his generation, Allen Ginsberg hails from Newark, New Jersey and raised in nearby Paterson, the son of an English teacher and Russian expatriate.

Ginsberg’s early life was marked by his mother’s psychological troubles, including a series of nervous breakdowns.

In 1943, while studying at Columbia University, Ginsberg befriended William Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, and the trio later established themselves as pivotal figures in the Beat Movement.

The group members were known for their unconventional views, and frequently rambunctious behaviour.

Ginsberg first came to public attention in 1956 with the publication of Howl and Other Poems. “Howl,” a long-lined poem in the tradition of Walt Whitman, is an outcry of rage and despair against a destructive, abusive society.

Paul Zweig noted that it “almost singlehandedly dislocated the traditionalist poetry of the 1950s.”

A major theme in Ginsberg’s life and poetry was politics. Kenneth Rexroth called this aspect of Ginsberg’s work “an almost perfect fulfillment of the long, Whitman, Populist, social revolutionary tradition in American poetry.”

My Sad Self by Allen Ginsberg 

(To Frank O’Hara)

Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
          and gaze at my world, Manhattan—

                     my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in,
                           lofts, beds, coldwater flats
—on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind,
          its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men
               walking the size of specks of wool—

   Panorama of the bridges, sunrise over Brooklyn machine,
          sun go down over New Jersey where I was born
             & Paterson where I played with ants—

   my later loves on 15th Street,
          my greater loves of Lower East Side,
             my once fabulous amours in the Bronx   

                                        faraway—
   paths crossing in these hidden streets,
      my history summed up, my absences   
             and ecstasies in Harlem—

      —sun shining down on all I own
       in one eyeblink to the horizon
               in my last eternity—
                                     matter is water.

Sad,
      I take the elevator and go
             down, pondering,
and walk on the pavements staring into all man’s
                                           plateglass, faces,
             questioning after who loves,

      and stop, bemused
             in front of an automobile shopwindow
      standing lost in calm thought,
             traffic moving up & down 5th Avenue blocks behind me   
                      waiting for a moment when …

Time to go home & cook supper & listen to
                      the romantic war news on the radio   
                                     … all movement stops
& I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,   

      tenderness flowing thru the buildings,
             my fingertips touching reality’s face,
      my own face streaked with tears in the mirror   
             of some window—at dusk—

                                     where I have no desire—
      for bonbons—or to own the dresses or Japanese   
                      lampshades of intellection—

Confused by the spectacle around me,
          Man struggling up the street
                     with packages, newspapers,
                                           ties, beautiful suits   
                     toward his desire

          Man, woman, streaming over the pavements   
                     red lights clocking hurried watches &   
                            movements at the curb—

And all these streets leading
          so crosswise, honking, lengthily,
                            by avenues
          stalked by high buildings or crusted into slums
                            thru such halting traffic

                                           screaming cars and engines   
so painfully to this
          countryside, this graveyard
                     this stillness
                                           on deathbed or mountain  
 
          once seen
                            never regained or desired
                                           in the mind to come
where all Manhattan that I’ve seen must disappear.

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/allen-ginsberg

Poem Attribution © Allen Ginsberg, My Sad Self

Source Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49307/my-sad-self

Photo Attribution © Cyril H. Baker, Allen Ginsberg, /Pix Inc./The LIFE Images Collection/Getty Images, (Date Unstated)

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Haiku Attribution, Goff James, Twilight Purple Voiced

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Poetry Plus – The Last Day – A poem by Edward Young

© Nilay Meral, End of the World

The Last Day (Excerpt) by Edward Young

Day Waking Dreams Built

Day waking dreams built
Yesterday’s towers crumble
Morrow’s judgement hid

Edward Young (1683 – 1765) is perhaps one of the lesser recognized English poets of the time. He is now mostly known for a single work, Night Thoughts, though he was a prolific writer who produced a number of popular poems.

Whilst he wrote from an early age, Young only published his first works in 1713 when he was in his thirties.

Young wrote a number of satires under the title The Universal Passion that was published in 1728.

While he was given a pension of £200 from Walpole and earned, it is said, some £3,000 from his Universal Passion satires.

Young was always trying to find people to give more patronage for the poetical works and plays that he created, though he was living in a time when this kind of support for artists was beginning to subside quite dramatically.

Young’s major work is called Night Thoughts, a long and often disjointed work that is notable because it has a number of passages that, when isolated, are considered some the best poetry from the period.

The poem was an enormous success for Young, earning him praise and money in equal measure and it was translated into several different languages and made him famous abroad.

In his late forties Young took Holy Orders and became a royal chaplain, himself marrying Lady Elizabeth Lee. It was a short lived marriage as she died a few years later and he made reference to her in his seminal masterpiece Night Thoughts. Into his dotage,

Young wrote a number of other works including The Centaur Not Fabulous and the long poem Resignation which was composed a few short years before his death.

Poem Attribution © Edward Young, The Last Day (excerpt)

Source Attribution https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-35394

Bio Reference Attribution https://mypoeticside.com/poets/edward-young-poems

Painting 1 Attribution (Artist Unstated), Edward Young, (Date Unstated)

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Senryū Attribution © Goff James, Day Waking Dreams Built

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The Last Day (excerpt) by Edward Young

Sooner or later, in some future date,
(A dreadful secret in the book of Fate)
This hour, for aught all human wisdom knows,
Or when ten thousand harvests more have rose;

When scenes are chang’d on this revolving Earth,
Old empires fall, and give new empires birth;
While other Bourbons rule in other lands,
And, (if man’s sin forbids not) other Annes;
While the still busy world is treading o’er
The paths they trod five thousand years before,
Thoughtless as those who now life’s mazes run,
Of earth dissolv’d, or an extinguish’d sun;

(Ye sublunary worlds, awake, awake!
Ye rulers of the nation, hear and shake)
Thick clouds of darkness shall arise on day;
In sudden night all Earth’s dominions lay;
Impetuous winds the scatter’d forests rend;
Eternal mountains, like their cedars, bend;
The valleys yawn, the troubled ocean roar
And break the bondage of his wonted shore;

A sanguine stain the silver moon o’erspread;
Darkness the circle of the sun invade;
From inmost Heaven incessant thunders roll
And the strong echo bound from pole to pole.

Painting 2 Attribution © Nilay Meral, End of the World, (Date Unstated)

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Poetry Plus – Music – A poem by Arthur S. J. Tessimond

© Gabrielle Jones, Earth Music

Music by Arthur S. J. Tessimond

Sunshine and Darkness

Sunshine and darkness
The painting of emotions
Music’s legacy

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond (1902 -1962) was an English poet.

After graduating he tried his hand at teaching but only lasted two terms, whereupon he broke off his engagement and moved to London, working there in bookshops for two years before becoming an advertising copywriter.

At the beginning of the Second World War, he gave up his job and flat and went on the run to avoid conscription, having decided he would be ‘intensively miserable’ as a soldier as well as ‘useless and dangerous to others’. When he finally submitted himself to an army medical, he was declared unfit for service.

Tessimond has been described as an eccentric, a night-lifer, loner and flâneur. He loved women, was always falling in love, but never married.

He published three collections during his lifetime with nearly ten years between each one.

In 1934 he wrote Walls of Glass, ten years later came Voices in a Giant City and in 1958 his final published work Selection was released.

Whilst he was a regular contributor to many poetry magazines through the 30s and 40s with verses such as The Lonely Women in Hotel Lounges.

Tessimond’s poems often contain a touch of satire and humour, though they are all the more human for the tenderness with which he treats his subjects.

Perhaps one of his more poignant short poems On The Death of a Great Man reflects his view of the world, a melancholy tribute to life’s uncaring nature.

His mental health often led him to be hospitalized and he was given electroshock therapy which may well have contributed to his eventual death.

The poet spent most of his life in obscurity and it was only after his death that he began to become more widely recognized.

Poem Attribution © Arthur S. J. Tessimond, Music

Source Attribution https://allpoetry.com/poem/8529603-Music-by-A.S.J.-Tessimond

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.bloodaxebooks.com/ecs/category/a-s-j-tessimond & https://mypoeticside.com/poets/a-s-j-tessimond-poems

Photo Attribution (Potographr Unstated), Arthur S. J. Tessimond, (Date Unstated)

Source Attribution https://mypoeticside.com/poets/a-s-j-tessimond-poems

Senryū Attribution © Goff James, Sunshine and Darkness

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Painting Attribution © Gabrielle Jones, Earth Music, (Date Unstated)

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Music by Arthur S. J. Tessimond

This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
This stream without dimension
Surrounds us, flows through us,
But leaves no mark.

This message without meaning,
These tears without eyes
This laughter without lips
Speaks to us but does not
Disclose its clue.

These waves without sea
Surge over us, smooth us.
These hands without fingers
Close-hold us, caress us.
These wings without birds
Strong-lift us, would carry us
If only the one thread broke.

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Poetry Plus – Flowers – A poem by Thomas Hood

Flowers by Thomas Hood

Lover’s Sacred Sleep

Lover’s sacred sleep
Flowers in a graveyard lie
Moonlit shadows weep

Thomas Hood, (1799 -1845), English poet, journalist, author and humorist whose humanitarian verses served as models for a whole school of social-protest poets, not only in Britain and the United States but in Germany and Russia, where he was widely translated.

Hood is best known for poems such as “The Bridge of Sighs” and “The Song of the Shirt”. He wrote regularly for The London Magazine, Athenaeum, and Punch.

Hood later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works.

William Michael Rossetti in 1903 called him “the finest English poet” between the generations of Shelley and Tennyson.

He also is notable as a writer of comic verse, having originated several durable forms for that genre.

Poem Attribution © Thomas Hood, Flowers

Source Attribution https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-2/

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.britannica.com/biography/Thomas-Hood & https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hood

Painting 1 Attribution © (Artist Unknown) Thomas Hood, National Portrait Gallery, London / Date Unstated)

Source Attribution https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hood#/media/File:Thomas_Hood_from_NPG.jpg

Painting 2 Attribution © Lilia Orlova-Holmes, Rose Garden, (Date Unstated)

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Haiku Attribution © Goff James, Lover’s Sacred Sleep

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Flowers by Thomas Hood

I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;

The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; –
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.

The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; –

Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; –
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me –
And the daisy’s cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom’s betrothed to the bee; –
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.

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Poetry Plus – Winter with the Gulf Stream – A poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Winter with the Gulf Stream by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 -1889) English poet and Jesuit priest, one of the most individual of Victorian writers. His work was not published in collected form until 1918, but it influenced many leading 20th-century poets.

(Photographer Unstated), Gerard Manley Hopkins, (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

The poet’s manipulation of prosody – particularly his concept of sprung rhythm – established him as an innovative writer of verse, as did his technique of praising God through vivid use of imagery and nature.

It was only after Hopkin’s death did Robert Bridges begin to publish a few of the poet’s mature poems in anthologies, hoping to prepare the way for wider acceptance of his style.

By 1930 Hopkin’s work was recognised as one of the most original literary accomplishments of his century.

© Thomas C. Bayfield, Alfred William Garrett, William Alexander Comyn Macfarlane and Gerard Manley Hopkins (left to right), 1866

Winter’s Breeze Chilled Voiced

Winter’s breeze chilled voiced
Tree boughs snow weighed bend and bow
Hedgerows frost robed gleam

Hopkin’s posthumous fame established him among the leading Victorian poets; and, his influence is seen in the works of such leading 20th-century poets as T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and Cecil Day-Lewis.

Poem Attribution © Gerard Manley Hopkins, Winter with the Gulf Stream

Source Attribution https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/winter-gulf-stream

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.britannica.com/biography/Gerard-Manley-Hopkins & https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_Manley_Hopkins

Photo 1 Attribution © (Photographer Unstated), Gerard Manley Hopkins, (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Source Attribution https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_Manley_Hopkins#/media/File:GerardManleyHopkins.jpg

Photo 2 Attribution © Thomas C. Bayfield, Alfred William Garrett, William Alexander Comyn Macfarlane and Gerard Manley Hopkins (left to right), 1866

Source Attribution https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_Manley_Hopkins#/media/File:Alfred_William_Garrett;_William_Alexander_Comyn_Macfarlane;_Gerard_Manley_Hopkins_by_Thomas_C._Bayfield.jpg

Painting Attribution Neil Erickson, Winter Trees, (Date Unstated)

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Haiku Attribution © Goff James, Winter’s Breeze Chilled Voiced

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Winter with the Gulf Stream by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The boughs, the boughs are bare enough
But earth has never felt the snow.
Frost-furred our ivies are and rough

With bills of rime the brambles shew.
The hoarse leaves crawl on hissing ground
Because the sighing wind is low.

But if the rain-blasts be unbound
And from dank feathers wring the drops
The clogged brook runs with choking sound

Kneading the mounded mire that stops
His channel under clammy coats
Of foliage fallen in the copse.

A simple passage of weak notes
Is all the winter bird dare try.
The bugle moon by daylight floats

So glassy white about the sky,
So like a berg of hyaline,
And pencilled blue so daintily,

I never saw her so divine.
But through black branches, rarely drest
In scarves of silky shot and shine,

The webbed and the watery west
Where yonder crimson fireball sits
Looks laid for feasting and for rest.

I see long reefs of violets
In beryl-covered fens so dim,
A gold-water Pactolus frets

Its brindled wharves and yellow brim,
The waxen colours weep and run,
And slendering to his burning rim

Into the flat blue mist the sun
Drops out and all our day is done.

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Poetry Plus – A Song – A poem by Joseph Brodsky

A Song by Joseph Brodsky

Borrowed Memories

Borrowed memories
Pain’s melancholic music plays
Silence weeping burns

Joseph Brodsky (1940 – 1996) He left school at the age of fifteen, taking jobs in a morgue, a mill, a ship’s boiler room, and a geological expedition. During this time Brodsky taught himself English and Polish and began writing poetry.

Brodsky was exiled from the Soviet Union in 1972 after serving 18 months of a five-year sentence in a labor camp in northern Russia. According to Brodsky, literature turned his life around.

Celebrated as the greatest Russian poet of his generation, Brodsky authored nine volumes of poetry, as well as several collections of essays, and received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1987. His first book of poetry in English translation appeared in 1973.

Poem Attribution © Joseph Brodsky, A Song

Source Attribution https://allpoetry.com/poem/8515381-A-Song-by-Joseph-Brodsky

Photo Attribution © Ulf Andersen, Getty Images, (Date Unstated)

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Bio Reference Attribution https://poets.org/poet/joseph-brodsky

Senryū Attribution © Goff James, Borrowed Memories

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Painting Attribution © Elham Etemadi, Messagerie, (Date Unstated)

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A Song by Joseph Brodsky

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
and you’d shift the gear.
We’d find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we’d repair
to where we’ve been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It’s evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What’s the point of forgetting
if it’s followed by dying?

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Photography Plus – Woman Looking at Herself in Store Window, New York, 1969 – A photo by Richard Kalvar

© Richard Kalvar Woman looking at herself in store window. New York, 1969, (Earthlings), Magnum Photos

Balanced Proportions

Balanced proportions
Taking a much closer look
Unbelievable

Richard Kalvar(1944 -) is an American photographer who has been a member of Magnum Photos since 1977.

Kalvar lives and works in Paris. From 1961 to 1965, Richard Kalvar worked in New York as an assistant to fashion photographer Jérôme Ducrot. It was an extended trip with a camera in Europe in 1966 that made him decide to become a photographer.

After two years in New York he settled in Paris and joined the first Vu photo agency, and then in 1972 he helped found the Viva agency. In 1975, he became an associate member of Magnum Photos, and a full member two years later.

Richard Kalvar’s photographs are marked by a strong aesthetic and thematic homogeneity. His images frequently play on a discrepancy between the banality of a real situation and a feeling of strangeness that emerges from a particular choice of timing and framing.

What results is a state of tension between different levels of interpretation, attenuated by a touch of irony.

Bio Reference Attribution Source http://shooterfiles.com/2018/08/master-profiles-richard-kalvar/

Photo Attribution © Richard Kalvar Woman Looking at Herself in Store Window. New York City. USA,1969, (Earthlings), Magnum Photos

Source Attribution https://www.magnumphotos.com/arts-culture/society-arts-culture/richard-kalvar-earthlings/

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Poetry Plus – Dawn Revisited – A poem by Rita Dove

Dawn Revisited by Rita Dove

Sunrise Gold Lit Seeps

Sunrise gold lit seeps
Bacon sizzles in the pan
Coffee served with toast
Breakfast’s ready a voice calls
Wake up wake up lazy bones

Rita Dove (1952 -), American poet, writer, and teacher and poet laureate of the United States (1993–95).

©Fred Viebahn, Rity Dove, 2004

The book heralded the start of long and productive career, and it also announced the distinctive style that Dove continues to develop in works like the verse-novel Thomas and Beulah (1986), which won the Pulitzer Prize, On the Bus with Rosa Parks (1999) and Sonata Mulattica (2009).

Poem Attribution © Rita Dove, Dawn Revisited

Source Attribution https://muse.jhu.edu/article/5950

Photo Attribution Fred Viebahn, Rity Dove, 2004

Source Attributionhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Dove#/media/File:Rita_dove_in_2004.jpg

Tanka Attribution © Goff James, Sunrise Gold Lit Seeps

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Painting Attribution © Erin Hanson, Crystall Hills, (Date Unstated)

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Dawn Revisited by Rita Dove

Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don’t look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits—
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You’ll never know
who’s down there, frying those eggs.
If you don’t get up and see.

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rita-dove

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