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Raindrops on Trees
05:17
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Rainy sky; wet earth blue film vibrating over greening turf – roofs reflect sky; raindrops on twigs – houses vibrate with strange blue films – Robins & Song sparrow
A dark evil noon – but there seems to be a white horizon to the south –
Roosters cawing; old tomato cans; soft vertical rain – trees are blackish, with only roots which seem to crawl – roofs high-light; -
P.M – Sunshine is imminent & immense valleys come to mind – with pale sunshine on the tops of hills & on limbs of trees close at hand-
A romantic stagnant sunset – pasty yellow rim clouds – sun a red ball behind a black poplar – heavy rain mists
Afterglow mists increase – roofs dissolve – raindrops on trees –
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I held a barn-swallow in the palm of my hand —
what a thrill!
It had been hit by a car, and lay struggling
feebly on the road.
It struggled some more when I picked it up,
but then lay still on its back,
feet down into its belly,
eyes full of fear.
What a delicate, beautiful creature,
so trim and perfectly shaped
for its life of skimming over meadows in pursuit of insects —
all buffs, yellows and tawny tones on its underside,
navy blue and sooty black on its whole top side.
What to do with it?
But before I had time to pursue this dilemma,
it began to struggle again and fluttered to the ground —
I picked it up,
set it right side up on my hand,
and all at once it took wing and sailed out over the meadow —
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One night it snowed softly & the trees were weighted with white; no wind stirred all day, & the next night it rained adding a coat of ice to the trees; yesterday the trees expanded against the grey windy sky like great misshapen feathers. Particularly did the poplars look like wet feathers.
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I am going to buy a book
04:53
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I am going to buy a book, and write in it various headings, and at times I will open it and whatever the heading suggests to me there will I write the thought.
The headings will be – Zodiac, Sky, Stars, Sun, Moon, Wind, Rain, Storm, Lightning, Snow, Ice, water, river, ocean, lake, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, North, South, East, West, Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, Northwest, and the winds of all these directions, & all the Months, Frost, Dogdays, Squaw Winter, Indian Summer, Cloud mist, fog, Zenith dew, Winter & Summer Solstice, Vernal & Autumnal Equinox, Night, Day, Morning, Dawn, Mid-Morning, Noon, Midafternoon, Evening, Dusk, Twilight, Sunrise, Sunset, Moonrise, Moonset Road, Wood Path; Forest, wildflowers – Butterfly, Moth
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Dark & raining—
but what a glorious thing a spring rain is.
It is easy to imagine that the sounds
of growing things can be heard—
the air full of the songs of birds
One feels surrounded by a nimbus of spring.
[P.M. Sketch of view toward Hess’—]
the budding wild cherry of Albarillis being the feature,
with a song sparrow in its uppermost branch,
head to the sky, singing.
A glorious afternoon,
with pale misty sunlight
& grey wisps of cloud and occasional rain.
The song sparrow sang almost incessantly.
a fine evening—
almost too poignant to either endure or write about—
my mind on fire
A pale misty moon high in the east
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The North Land Mood
03:22
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P.M. out Ellsworth Road sketching – terrific high wind looming over clouds – Bluebirds & singing of telegraph wires – Host of redwings while I was in a gale on a hill painting the sun & clouds – Dead grass along the road – the pink cheeks of the country boy who watched me. Old forsaken house when sun was low – arriving at creek at sunset – Yawning yellow banks – Night full of overhanging grass – the North land mood –
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Mosquitos dancing against the afterglow fill the air with a thin tinny hum; wood-thrush yodels from dense treed hillside below. Cowbell – At dusk a whip-poor-will came out & perched on a dead branch on the ground flying up from time to time after insects with a soft velvety flight peculiar to night birds – Nearby another calls startlingly clear —
nighthawk chirps harshly – overhead – Down into valley – the moon & afterglow mingle. Yarrow meadows here – moonlit – To north a long streak of fog commence to arise, looking like a great silver lake — the afterglow gleams above –
Thru dense oats damp with fog – Frog blungs animals splashing in water – Sandpiper starts the moonlet silence. Reflection of moon in water
Enter fog bank – fog casts halo around moon – The fog glows as if lit up from within Covered Bridge — Immensity of valley in moonlight –
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Out Route 5, through the dreary industrial barrens of Lackawanna. We did not feel really on our way until past Woodlawn.
A trip like this made “against time” has the elusive quality of a dream. most of it is forgotten and only snitches of impressions come back later.
The white birch cemetery west of Conneaut never fails to arouse wonder at its beauty.
The bridge at Ashtabula brought to mind the ever-elusive wild sweet peas.
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Blinding white tops of clouds in morning –
cold wind –
On Train –
Playing of shadows over fields –
Late afternoon –
whispy sun- rainbow-shaped cloud -
ripple of pale gold over trees -
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Hazy sun-shafted morning.
The Blue sky is made cooler by loose,
fast dissolving clouds. No frost.
A warm blue + white September day.
Sky deep clear blue, the crispness
reflected in the feet-crackled leaves.
A rainbow sunset.
Air full of delicate colors. The East sky
is pink and blue; lemon moon.
Tree-coloring has ceased momentarily.
The cricket chorus is feebly re-reviving.
There is no discord between me and the world now.
Night wonderful. Moon circled
with a beautiful rainbow.
Moon sparkled poplar trees.
As I get in bed, I sit on the edge + look out of the window.
All trees in moon storm haze,
a glitter with silver glint.
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The Hathaway Family Plot Buffalo, New York
A pianist / hermit living in Buffalo, NY with a penchant for noise and weirdness. This is his attempt to put something into the world that doesn't sound like anything else. For better or worse. It's all CC BY-NC-SA, so use away for your non-commercial projects, though the musician appreciates when you let him know. ... more
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