tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post8274743069210707318..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: Ode to the Humblest of FlowersRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-17134735138474728082013-06-26T00:01:34.992+03:002013-06-26T00:01:34.992+03:00like in this famous play - though another flower i...like in this famous play - though another flower is used :-)<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />Sweet love!<br /><br />MARGARET<br /><br />Just wait awhile!<br />(She gathers a star-flower and plucks off the leaves one after<br />another.)<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />A nosegay may that be?<br /><br />MARGARET<br /><br />No! It is but a game.<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />How?<br /><br />MARGARET<br /><br />Go, you'll laugh at me!<br />(She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />What murmurest thou?<br /><br />MARGARET (half aloud)'<br /><br />He loves me--loves me not.<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!<br /><br />MARGARET (continues)<br /><br />He loves me--not--he loves me--not--<br />(Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)<br /><br />He loves me!<br /><br />FAUST<br /><br />Yes!<br />And this flower-language, darling, let it be,<br />A heavenly oracle! He loveth thee!<br />Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee?<br />(He seizes both her hands.)<br /><br />MARGARET<br /><br />I tremble so!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-54878316958342000922013-06-25T09:39:16.576+03:002013-06-25T09:39:16.576+03:00It's not the golden-spoked flower you have pho...It's not the golden-spoked flower you have photographed but its feathery seed pod. This is used for such purposes as determining whether a child's or adolescent's, or occasionally an overly sentimental adult's, affections are reciprocated, divining how long one is fated to live, and other rituals involving number and / or time. The number of puffs of breath it takes to completely disperse the umbrella-seeds yielding the number one seeks. Thus it is often used as a sort of future clock, and has various rustic aliases which reflect this. :-)Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-77138807912854179142013-06-11T22:06:25.761+03:002013-06-11T22:06:25.761+03:00i am sure it is a too banal flower for you, dear P...i am sure it is a too banal flower for you, dear Prospero, but see, even she has her charms (it is feminine in romanian, păpădie, with two small parachutes :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-70870228081340789012013-06-07T18:54:14.551+03:002013-06-07T18:54:14.551+03:00The dandelion parachute, taking springtime to its ...The dandelion parachute, taking springtime to its next destination.Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-8115528030674668472013-06-04T08:43:32.844+03:002013-06-04T08:43:32.844+03:00thank you again...thank you again...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-1389863642865074652013-06-04T08:43:24.596+03:002013-06-04T08:43:24.596+03:00thank you for your visit and kind words, Visual Co...thank you for your visit and kind words, Visual Communication.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-48066199176839644102013-06-04T08:43:01.018+03:002013-06-04T08:43:01.018+03:00there are no dandelions in your world now, are the...there are no dandelions in your world now, are there, dear Stickup? then this memory must be even more intense! i am happy :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-51922900140722778242013-06-04T08:41:39.561+03:002013-06-04T08:41:39.561+03:00soy muy feliz y honrada, querido Ohscar. fue un he...soy muy feliz y honrada, querido Ohscar. fue un hermoso momento de juego,de alegría y de luz, y estoy tan contenta de que mis fotos pueden expresarlo de forma que toca el alma de otra persona ...<br />gracias, de todo corazónRoxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-57507056520102457582013-06-04T08:37:51.170+03:002013-06-04T08:37:51.170+03:00cine ar putea să o prindă definitiv, cine? poate c...cine ar putea să o prindă definitiv, cine? poate că este, aici, cea mai frumoasa lecţie a iubirii, să iubim până şi praful alb care se risipeşte, fără să încercăm să îl ţinem lângă noi, în palma noastră...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-6784020935985590782013-06-04T08:35:06.512+03:002013-06-04T08:35:06.512+03:00it's not a flower? but what is it? what do you...it's not a flower? but what is it? what do you mean? i don't get this, Michael T.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-29605264501217034372013-06-04T08:34:26.961+03:002013-06-04T08:34:26.961+03:00merci, cher Jeff, en souriant... oui, a tres bient...merci, cher Jeff, en souriant... oui, a tres bientot, j'ai deja contemple les beautes sur ta page, mais je vais retourner pour laisser un petit mot :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-78270541667004376642013-06-04T08:33:39.750+03:002013-06-04T08:33:39.750+03:00maybe this will happen one day, we've been thi...maybe this will happen one day, we've been thinking about an anthology of romanian poems translated in english - one day, one day :-)<br />thank you, billoo, for your kind words.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-40680922256795591792013-06-04T08:32:54.710+03:002013-06-04T08:32:54.710+03:00Peter, i am so happy when you come here.Peter, i am so happy when you come here.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-18155639402009985702013-06-04T08:32:34.910+03:002013-06-04T08:32:34.910+03:00this seems to be a magic of childhood that all chi...this seems to be a magic of childhood that all children share, then? all over the world? why does this make me smile so?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-54044289426273977832013-06-04T08:31:53.134+03:002013-06-04T08:31:53.134+03:00"as minute suns in our universe" - how w..."as minute suns in our universe" - how wonderfully you put this, Madeleine!!! yes, i agree with you, i have always loved them, in all forms, their golden flame and their frail white robe... i didn't know how to describe it and doing a little search now, i see that it is called "seed head" - not very poetical, but interesting all the same, i didn't know those were the seeds! :-) so indeed a universe is there, drifting away on our breath, to find a new home to expand...<br /><br />thank you for your lovely images and your tenderness for the little one :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-87434627488708185192013-06-02T17:36:47.976+03:002013-06-02T17:36:47.976+03:00BeautifulBeautifulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-25020275929062982682013-06-02T04:28:04.999+03:002013-06-02T04:28:04.999+03:00Wonderful images here on your blogWonderful images here on your blogAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-87310205239241162552013-06-01T20:24:28.509+03:002013-06-01T20:24:28.509+03:00Whispered secrets... I agree with Lynne up there. ...Whispered secrets... I agree with Lynne up there. I too remember how enchanted I was with dandelions as a child. What a wonderful reminder!Stickup Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00028394186285973772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-36792615487912536122013-05-31T06:13:54.710+03:002013-05-31T06:13:54.710+03:00Querida Roxana:
Celebro este post. La primera y l...Querida Roxana:<br /><br />Celebro este post. La primera y la última foto son geniales, cuando las ví quedé hipnotizado.<br />Lejos, es uno de los mejores posts que publicaste.<br />Felicitaciones!!! Maga!!! Genia!!!<br />Te esperamos en nuestros blogs...Ohscar Monteviejohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893796211372740130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-62165609411955625802013-05-29T20:21:18.890+03:002013-05-29T20:21:18.890+03:00nu am privit niciodata pana acum papadia ca pe o f...nu am privit niciodata pana acum papadia ca pe o floare "ecumenica",insa intotdeauna m-a fascinat aceasta tacere galbena a ei,apoi zborul alb,praful acela in care se transforma ea fiindca inca vie,inca gata pentru multe minunatii:)mi se pare-si aici,la fel-o prezenta tare iconoclasta raspandita prin universul care pare sa se tine bine pe picioare,la prima vedere.dar ea este atat de libera si de usoara,atat de jucausa,parand ca oricine o poate prinde-si totusi,nimeni.cred ca asta m-a pus pe ganduri tot timpul-ca ea scapa printre degete....Miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01601854700485778610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-5463895084493655662013-05-29T18:27:15.345+03:002013-05-29T18:27:15.345+03:00A folk legend of time, of prediction, blow by blow...A folk legend of time, of prediction, blow by blow. (-: google still attempts humour, bless it! Always a way though. (It's not a flower, though!)Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-67311575171201371922013-05-29T16:32:54.637+03:002013-05-29T16:32:54.637+03:00D'une beauté rare... et des photographies d...D'une beauté rare... et des photographies d'une grande générosité... un peu comme toi Roxanna ! A bientôt ?... :-) jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14706496619691322297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-90061822791202021182013-05-29T11:13:04.204+03:002013-05-29T11:13:04.204+03:00This is a beautiful poem and your wonderful transl...This is a beautiful poem and your wonderful translation, James, makes me hope that this will be in print one day.<br /><br />b. billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-75888042920484773732013-05-29T08:51:20.883+03:002013-05-29T08:51:20.883+03:00Always adore.Always adore.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04424066726955708314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-63482060833833881732013-05-29T05:08:55.542+03:002013-05-29T05:08:55.542+03:00No one can appreciate the glory of a dandelion, in...No one can appreciate the glory of a dandelion, in all its stages of magnificence, as perfectly as a child can! I do remember this vividly from my own childhood...only slightly discouraged by the sticky milk that stained my fingers when the flowers proved too irresistible to pick.Lynne with an ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00320166770541319601noreply@blogger.com