The Rhythm of Space
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© 2009 - Ben Heine

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It Is Just Like Yesterday

By Peter S. Quinn

It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blue
And memories were remote in the day
The basks in their blissful shades of the new
With laughter and tears in the summer’s play
Remarkable dreams not long endured in hours
Giving their peaceful arch from the very first
In the varied ways evening perfumed flowers
That love in its longing has always much thirst

Somewhere are now these hours flown to past
Fading in shade of their enjoyable age
Nothing will stand for the winter’s coming cold
Daydreams of the heart away it shall cast
Bring in each venture in its stabilized wage
And love songs of summer can not to dreams hold

(Inspired by Fourth by Anna Akhmatova)
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Game of Life

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© 2008 - Ben Heine

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In the Morning of Life
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By Thomas Moore

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,
And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,
And the light that surrounds us is all from within;
Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; --
Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is truest when these fade away.

When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,
Like a leaf on the stream that will never return,
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,
First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn;
Then, then in the time when affection holds sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew;
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.

In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers,
Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth;
'Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.
So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears;
To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,
But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.

(Poem's source : fullbooks.com)

PS : I took the photo in Versailles, near Paris (France)