paintings by fumi nakamura
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
- john keats
oh wow! all her work is so incredibly beautiful :) thank you for sharing, doll ♥
ReplyDeleteThose are so beautiful...I can't even chose a favorite...
ReplyDeleteThese are lovely. Thanks for posting these.
ReplyDeleteThey're lovely! I especially like the first two :)
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oh they are all beautiful, and john keats is an amazing poet. thank you for sharing <3
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, Laura Groves {Blue Roses} is lovely! And, in my opinion, she makes lovely music as well. You should definitely check out her music. :)
these are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA Poem For Char, As Promised:
ReplyDeleteThe air whipped 'round the old pine trees
Their needle's shiver, stem-tips freeze,
Until the green is properly teased
From slender slowly-silvered leaves.
The wind had travelled many-a-year
To ports and harbours far and near
It filled white sails from there to here,
And set each pine bough's ice veneer.
♥
Such a lovely poem by John Keats!
ReplyDeleteBelated thanks for your sweet comment!
xoxo,
S-C
so beautiful =] i love those paintings, too!
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