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Happy Valentines Day

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A poem on our wall, composed by E. E. Cummings and signed by
E. E. Cummings:

E.E.Cummings Poem Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

E.E.Cummings Poem Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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(Multi-Photo)*** Ring around the Rosie… (or Valentine’s Eve)

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You can give a precious ring to a girl easily; but giving true loyalty, compassion, integrity, and honor is a million times more valuable.

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And violets are blue... (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

And violets are blue… (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

2D3157 And violets are blue... Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

2D3157 And violets are blue… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Happy Valentines…

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Deep mysteries can be understood if one goes beyond the superficial and accepted ways of seeing.

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Excerpt from Emily Dickinson’s first poem —  Valentine Week 1850:

****Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,

Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! ****

 

Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,
Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;
The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,
And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.
The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,
The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,
Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,
No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:
Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,
Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap’st what thou hast sown.
Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
There’s Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!
Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see
Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;
Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,
And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!

Courting the Flower (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Courting the Flower (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Courting the Flower (1).  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Courting the Flower (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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4 Ever Yours…

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.     4 Ever Yours

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4 Ever Yours.... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

4 Ever Yours…. photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Early Valentine…

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.      from E. E. Cummings:

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.     never could anyone

.     who simply lives to die

.     dream that your valentine

.      makes happier me than i

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.     but always everything

.     which only dies to grow

.     can guess and as for spring

.     she’ll be the first to know

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Two-lips for Valentines... by Thomas Peace 2013

Two-lips for Valentines… by Thomas Peace 2013

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