If music thus carries us to heaven, it is because music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.— Henri-Frédéric Amiel
Looter Lord Elgin presented an Italian "translation" of a fictional Ottoman firman, the original of which no one ever saw or had otherwise knowledge of, then ripped off the #ParthenonSculptures, sawing some in his haste, and moved them to England, where they were scraped clean of the ancient colors that still remained on the marbles.
Turkiye's statement that they "are not aware of any document that legitimizes that «purchase» done by coloni[al] #UK back at that time"
The temple was first destroyed by Theodosius' bigoted Christians in the 4th c CE, then by Venusian Francesco Morosini in the 17th c, who described his vandalism as "a fortunate shot" and went on smashing sculptures from the pediment in his attempt to loot the Acropolis, and then in the early 19th c by Lord Elgin, who stole about half of the sculptures that had survived 2000 years on the Sacred Rock.
Silvery grey
A strong wind
Blows from the west
Slows my progress.
Im on the edge of sunlight
A watery shadow
Moves before me
Stretching out
Over the wall
Over to where
The Curlews call
In soft whispers
To treasures
Hidden in buttercups
Rusty dock and sorrel
Skylarks are singing
Over the yarrow.
And time is flying
Hurtling headlong
Into mid-summer #poetry
I'm excited to share that my poem "Fall on the Campbell River, redux" has been published by the League of Canadian Poets in their chapbook "Splendor of Wings" featuring the works of poets over 65 https://poets.ca/splendor-of-wings/@poets#PoetryCommunity#poetry
I'm thrilled that 'The Auroras & Blossoms PoArtMo Anthology: Volume 5' with poetry, haiku and a short story by me is out. You can purchase a copy of this e-book, with beautiful work by Cendrine Marrouat, Elena Anufriyeva, David Ellis, Azelle Elric, Deni Weeks and James Penha a.o. at bol.com and many other webshops where e-books are sold.
American writer, historian and poet Elizabeth Fries Ellet died #OTD in 1877.
She is best known for her works on women’s contributions to American history, particularly during the American Revolutionary War. Her extensive research and writings helped to highlight the often overlooked roles that women played in significant historical events.
"Like southern birds, whose wings of light
Are cold and hueless while at rest—
But spread to soar in upward flight,
Appear in glorious plumage drest;
The poet’s soul—while darkly close
Its pinions, bids no passion glow;
But roused at length from dull repose,
Lights, while it spurns, the world below."
LIKE SOUTHERN BIRDS. Poems, translated and original (1835)
~Elizabeth Fries Ellet (October 18, 1818 – June 3, 1877)
Laughter like
Sediment at
The bottom
Of my lungs
And the tempest
Rises, shifts,
Wild roses
Forced to
Bloom on
My skin,
I’ve cried
Rivers just
To watch you
Drown.
I’ve cried rivers
Just to die of
Thirst.