A tree sets itself above other trees, hogging the light.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: February 18, 2020
Caveat: Я молодость свою переросла
ХВАЛА АФРОДИТЕ
1
Уже богов — не те уже щедроты
На берегах — не той уже реки.
В широкие закатные ворота
Венерины, летите, голубки!
Я ж на песках похолодевших лежа,
В день отойду, в котором нет числа…
Как змей на старую взирает кожу —
Я молодость свою переросла.
– Марина Цветаева (русская поэтесса, 1892-1941)
Praise to Aphrodite
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No more so rich are the gifts of the Gods;
even the river is different now.
Through wide and widening sunset gates
the doves of Venus fly away.
And I, stretched out on cooling sand,
soon into numberless days go forth.
Like a snake, looking back at his old bright skin –
I have outgrown my youth.
– Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian poet, 1892-1941)
– Adapted by Rose Styron
Caveat: Poem #1297 “A diagram of the local geology”
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round stones broken stones sharp stones
shaped stones
big stones medium-sized stones small stones
three-dimensional stones
gray stones green stones brown stones
colored stones
i walk
through
i seek
ways
i cannot
understand
reasons
lazy stones calm stones forceful stones
moody stones
– a quennet