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September 30, 2012


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Absolutely stunning.

I wonder if Anne Jefferson has seen these.

The colors! What produces those?
Makes me think of Hopkins' gratitude for

skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim .....

What with these and the following posts, you're giving us a month of treats, Michael.

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