Tales4Love

Often we do not think about how sustainability and solidarity are intertwined. The inclusion of all human beings in society allows them to live better and share the effort to preserve the environment and realize that they are benefited in this process. This sonnet is very illustrative of this fact, because the woman's face is painted with a part of nature and becomes an element of the nature, or that becomes even more obvious. Poetry is a tool of nature's aspiration to be considered our "real material" our real essencial element. In this Sonnet even passion can be considered a part of nature.   Sonnet 20: A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted     A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change as is false women’s fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue, all hues in his controlli...

by Shakespear   LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might: So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness, To-morrow see again, and do not kill The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the shore, where two contracted new Come daily to the banks, that, when they see Return of love, more blest may be the view; Else call it winter, which being full of care Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.   Enjoy.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!   Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.   All that glitters is not gold     Dear readers we will come back soon with original content. Enjoy.

Because we are a new landscape of poetry, we will change and improve. Enjoy.  

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Iced Stone There is a voice inched on ice stoned walls, Hurled in an echo of phantom deep lunges, Faded fast on a midnight run, I was the girl without a song, Longing for my hymn to break me free, I yearned for you beyond the ocean sea. The tears of rivers by lakes iced stone, Voices haunt the nightmares which left me all alone. I think of you in dreams gone wrong, I only hear you call there, For I awake and you have disappeared.   What is an iced stone wall without a castle, It simply melts in the heat, All the melted water sings, It sings the waves to sleep, But not me I stay awake, I walk these waters all alone, The storm before me has passed, But it robbed with it your soul. By Claire O' C.   Want some art for your book? You can contact me using the e-mail of this website.   Enjoy.