Wednesday, April 09, 2025
QUOTE - WHAT ARE THESE BOOKS?
"What are those books?
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| My copy of The Art Of Thinking, purchased 1963. |
The something evocative for you may be poetry, history, philosophy, the sciences, or moral sciences, i.e. the progress of mankind. Some people who go to sleep over a volume will be interested by a review which they think more condensed or better within their reach. Read reviews if they help you to think, that is to say, if they leave in your mind images that will go on living when you have forgotten where they came from; read a Shakespeare calendar at the rate of four lines a day... read algebra, read the lives of great inventors or of great businessmen, read 'that' kind of books which you and nobody else know to be thought-productive for you."
The Art of Thinking (1928)
Abbe Ernest Dimnet
Labels: Art of Thinking, books, donovan baldwin, ernest dimnet
Tuesday, February 04, 2025
POEM - FAVORITES
My favorite books,
All especially revered
Friends and family,
Have pages turned so often,
They are soft, smooth-cornered,
Marked with my touches,
If not seen, remembered,
Upon pages heavy with underlines,
Notes in the margins,
Never far from
Hand or head or heart.
Closer still,
Remembered, recalled,
More deeply, more often,
Marked more tenderly,
By underlines and notes
Made by my heart,
Are you,
Oh, my Love.
PONSORED BY REVITOL SKINCARE PRODUCTS
Labels: books, donovan baldwin, love, poem, poetry
Sunday, April 26, 2020
GIFT OF GILT AND SILVER, AND OTHER POEMS BY DONOVAN BALDWIN WRITTEN MARCH 28, 2020
By Donovan Baldwin
Gift of gilt and silver,
Amber, glass, and enamel
Wrapped about in
Gold filigree.
Ancient wedding brooch
From Tara,
Eighth century they tell me.
No need to write a poem about,
Poetry in itself.
-----
if i come to you
will you understand my desires
are the same as yours
-----
two people in love
closely intimately one
kept so far apart
-----
i would say the words
but my touches say much more
if you will listen
-----
life is tough as nails
enduring long ending fast
life can be fragile
-----
Water bathes in one way,
The wind in another.
Each is cleansing,
Each whispering tales,
Hints and suggestions
Of lands and people
Far away and near.
Wind neath the sun,
Caressing the skin,
Arouses feelings akin
To those of a lover,
And a desire,
Like making love,
To slip into
Nature's arms
Once more.
-----
How many books
Are crammed within my head,
Stacked upon the shelves of my mind,
Gathering dust until, taking them down,
One by one I turn the pages,
Read a page a paragraph
Stop and consider the words
Echoing in my brain,
Demanding to be with their friends,
To go out and play.
-----
night is for hunting
take rest in the heat of the day...
advice to a wolf
-----
naked words reveal
innermost desires and loves...
i have no secrets
-----
bare feet on the ground
sun and wind upon my skin...
in nature's bedroom
-----
the stars have their names
humans cannot understand...
shining without us
-----
Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Pictured: The Tara Brooch, a Celtic brooch made in 650 to 750 AD.
Amber, glass, and enamel
Wrapped about in
Gold filigree.
Ancient wedding brooch
From Tara,
Eighth century they tell me.
No need to write a poem about,
Poetry in itself.
-----
if i come to you
will you understand my desires
are the same as yours
-----
two people in love
closely intimately one
kept so far apart
-----
i would say the words
but my touches say much more
if you will listen
-----
life is tough as nails
enduring long ending fast
life can be fragile
-----
Water bathes in one way,
The wind in another.
Each is cleansing,
Each whispering tales,
Hints and suggestions
Of lands and people
Far away and near.
Wind neath the sun,
Caressing the skin,
Arouses feelings akin
To those of a lover,
And a desire,
Like making love,
To slip into
Nature's arms
Once more.
-----
How many books
Are crammed within my head,
Stacked upon the shelves of my mind,
Gathering dust until, taking them down,
One by one I turn the pages,
Read a page a paragraph
Stop and consider the words
Echoing in my brain,
Demanding to be with their friends,
To go out and play.
-----
night is for hunting
take rest in the heat of the day...
advice to a wolf
-----
naked words reveal
innermost desires and loves...
i have no secrets
-----
bare feet on the ground
sun and wind upon my skin...
in nature's bedroom
-----
the stars have their names
humans cannot understand...
shining without us
-----
Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Pictured: The Tara Brooch, a Celtic brooch made in 650 to 750 AD.
Labels: bare feet, books, Celtic brooch, desires, haiku, naked words, nature, night, poems, poetry, Tara Brooch, water, wind
