“I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.”
― Pablo Neruda
Dry Fountain, Dallas Arboretum
The Voice Of the Salt
Tag Archives: arboretum
Where Water Comes Together With Other Water
“The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.”
― Raymond Carver, Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems
Dallas Arboretum
Like White Bread To Goldfish
“but nothing I ever gave was good for you;
it was like white bread to goldfish.
they cram and cram, and it kills them,
and they drift in the pool, belly-up,
making stunned faces
and playing on our guilt
as if their own toxic gluttony
was not their own faultthere you are, still outside the window,
still with your hands out, still
pallid and fish-eyed, still acting
stupidly innocent and starved.”
― Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Goldfish Pond, Dallas Arboretum
Meet In Air
“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
― Sylvia Plath
Chico y Chica de la Playa, sculptor: Victor Salmones, McCasland Sunken Garden, Dallas Arboretum
Play Games
“Life is more fun if you play games.”
—- Roald Dahl, My Uncle Oswald
Dallas Arboretum
A Pansy Peeking Out From the Tulips
“I must have flowers, always, and always.”
― Claude Monet
Dallas Blooms, Dallas Arboretum
Digitalis
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,–
Nature’s observatory–whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
‘Mongst boughs pavilion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
—-John Keats
Digitalis (Foxglove) Dallas Arboretum
The Opinion Of Sheep
“A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Dallas Arboretum
Wrapped
A man who is willing to accept responsibility is always loaded down with more and more of it, because there aren’t that many men around who will accept responsibility.
—-Fernando Pessoa The Book of Disquiet
Dallas Arboretum
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A Fellow of Infinite Jest
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
—-Shakespeare, Hamlet, V.i
Shakespeare Sculpture, Dallas Arboretum
Bill Chance 