The Nurture presents a small collection of my favorite poems on food and drink, entries posted from February 12 2015 to March 5 2015. The collection would not be possible without my connections with the people I love, those who have renewed the ways I relate to food and drink. The Orange Chocolates Recipe for […]
In the last years, Humans of New York has become a place to remind people of diversity and tolerance. The top responses to today’s post strike me.* Here is my translation of the speaker’s words (a more boring version): I cannot speak about all the Caucasians in the world, but from my experience all of the […]
One of the amazing things of the last year was that I could name two more poets my favorite authors: Rumi (Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī) and Mary Oliver. Rumi’s words through Coleman Barks’s translation: Pale sunlight pale the wall Love moves away the light changes I need more grace than I thought — If you […]
The Basket of Bread by Salvador Dalí A Decade by Amy Lowell
Apollinaire in English is not as good as Apollinaire in French. And people have different dreams. Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918) and woodcut illustration of ‘The Cat’ by Raoul Dufy (1877-1953) 7 novembre 2008, France, Dijon Festival Présences de Radio France Dame Felicity Lott : soprano Orchestre National de France direction : Alain Altinoglu. Le Chat “Je souhaite […]
This black Friday, I bought a dark blue sweater with a big red heart.
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love. For me Give me your hand ~ Maya Angelou
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) (Wikipedia) XXVIII (From The Gardener) Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not. If it were only […]
We are gifted.
I’d teach the birds such lovely words and make ’em sing for you That’s not what I would say to you. But I wish I could love nature. I wish I could love arts. __________ If the Stars were Mine If the stars were mine I’d give them all to you I’d pluck them […]