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June 4, 2022

Young Black-crowned Night Heron








Black-crowned Night Heron (young) @ Naples Island (Long Beach CA).


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Published on June 04, 2022 09:23

Chateaubriand

The death of Madame de Coislin:


At the moment when she was ready for death, someone at her bedside maintained that one only succumbed because one allowed oneself to; that if one was truly attentive and never lost sight of the enemy, one would not die: ‘I believe it,’ she said, ‘but I am afraid I am becoming distracted.’ She expired.

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Published on June 04, 2022 09:19

June 2, 2022

Kipling's American Notebook

Just started reading. Let's see how far I get.:)


Oliver Wendell Holmes says that the Yankee school-marm, the cider and the salt codfish of the Eastern States, are responsible for what he calls a nasal accent. I know better. They stole books from across the water without paying for 'em, and the snort of delight was fixed in their nostrils forever by a just Providence. That is why they talk a foreign tongue to-day.

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Published on June 02, 2022 09:09

May 28, 2022

From Nerval's Sylvie

 Aurélie had accepted the principal role in the drama I had brought back from Germany. I shall never forget the day she allowed me to read her the play. The love scenes had been written with her in mind. I believe I recited them with spirit, and above all with rapture. In the conversation that ensued, I revealed I was the Stranger of the two letters. She said to me: ‘You’re mad, but come and see me again … I have yet to find a man who knows how to love me.’

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Published on May 28, 2022 09:31

From de Nerval's Sylvie

 Aurélie had accepted the principal role in the drama I had brought back from Germany. I shall never forget the day she allowed me to read her the play. The love scenes had been written with her in mind. I believe I recited them with spirit, and above all with rapture. In the conversation that ensued, I revealed I was the Stranger of the two letters. She said to me: ‘You’re mad, but come and see me again … I have yet to find a man who knows how to love me.’

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Published on May 28, 2022 09:31

May 27, 2022

From Nerval's Sylvie

Worldly ambitions, however, meant little to our generation; the greedy scramble for honours and positions in which everybody was then engaged only served to distance us from all possible spheres of activity. The sole refuge left to us was the poets’ ivory tower – which we climbed, higher and higher, in order to isolate ourselves from the crowd. Having been guided to these heights by our masters, we at last breathed the pure air of solitude, drinking ourselves into oblivion from the golden cup of fable, drunk with poetry and love – love, alas, of vague shapes, of blue and rosy hues, of metaphysical phantoms. Seen close, any real woman seemed too gross to our starry-eyed sensibilities. She had to appear a queen or goddess: above all, she had to lie beyond reach.

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Published on May 27, 2022 16:06

From de Nerval's Sylvie

Worldly ambitions, however, meant little to our generation; the greedy scramble for honours and positions in which everybody was then engaged only served to distance us from all possible spheres of activity. The sole refuge left to us was the poets’ ivory tower – which we climbed, higher and higher, in order to isolate ourselves from the crowd. Having been guided to these heights by our masters, we at last breathed the pure air of solitude, drinking ourselves into oblivion from the golden cup of fable, drunk with poetry and love – love, alas, of vague shapes, of blue and rosy hues, of metaphysical phantoms. Seen close, any real woman seemed too gross to our starry-eyed sensibilities. She had to appear a queen or goddess: above all, she had to lie beyond reach.

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Published on May 27, 2022 16:06

May 25, 2022

Red-throated Loon in Naples







Red-throated Loon @ Naples Island. Was checking on the Night Heron Colony and found this sleeping beauty floating (without a care in the world) in the marina. A nice surprise. Lifer. 


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Published on May 25, 2022 16:26

Red-throated Loon in in Naples







Red-throated Loon @ Naples Island. Was checking on the Night Heron Colony and found this sleeping beauty floating (without a care in the world) in the marina. A nice surprise. Lifer. 


#rlswihart13 #southernca #naplesisland #loonsofinstagram #redthroatedloon #loons #nature #beauty #poetry #readmorepoetry2022 #lastresort #thebookendsreview #ukraine

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Published on May 25, 2022 16:26

May 23, 2022

R L Swihart's Last Resort

I have a new poem up at The Bookends Review: Last Resort. I hope you check it out.

Last Resort @ The Bookends Review 

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Published on May 23, 2022 18:37