Imagine water…

I see myself a sphere, translucent,

Cold, like a moonless night,

Falling helpless, and the air,

freezes my bristles, made of crystals.

I break myself hitting a branch, scatter myself,

I fall in the dust; I give myself:

Fertile again.

by Rui M. September 16 and 17, 2019

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XCIV.

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

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These days the many fires in the Amazon have been news and have raised numerous issues related to the environment, management and also related to the people who live in it and want to continue to be there. We are facing a challenge that is much more than a challenge regarding the conservation of a given ecosystem. To some extent, it is similar to the protection given to cork oaks in Portugal as a protected species that it is forbidden to cut, and this can be seen as an interference with the property and management rights that an owner will have over his own assets. The interesting thing is not so much this aspect of reality, because we understand the prohibition due to the importance of the tree, but the possibility that the owner has to derive income from this tree, through cork sales. Looking at the Amazon we can see this challenge with the same eyes and come to the same conclusion: even those who have an economic interest in deforestation of the Amazon rainforest when they realize that they can also subsist, and have the same standards of life with a fully conserved forest they will want that same conservation. Regarding the conservation of the Amazon rainforest, if the problem of its destruction can be considered global, even if the main potential problem is to the countries in which it exists, or may cease to exist, global support for its conservation seems to make sense.

We also invite you to get to know the winner poem of Anthology “Nature 2018-2019”

The Lady of Coram by Claire O' Connell from Ireland

Who is she wish of hand?

Fainted lady of Coram,

Calling to the frozen abyss,

Hush to the dead-

-Fast asleep.

Floating frozen ocean shore,

Lost of sight and broken sea floors,

Simple words that string the line,

Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.

She taunts them to escape frozen shores,

Under her rule of taunting pain,

Giving false hope to the frozen souls,

The lady of Coram owns the game.

What is her aim but to win?

She surely carries out her task,

Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,

To silence the lost is her forte,

All the souls trapped in ocean ice,

Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,

The being of many names traps them,

Still to me she is the lady of Coram,

Calling to the dark I hear their roars,

It’s all I ever really hear,

Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,

I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,

Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,

I walk away all alone,

I ignore the lost and frozen,

Does that make me worse?

Still under all the façade-

Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.

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Dear friends.

Today we post a Sonnet by Shakespeare:

XXVIII.

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength
seem stronger.

Was Shakespeare going on holidays when he mentions the 'benefit of rest'? 

This is clearly a Sonnet that make us feel more like going on holidays, in order to obtain new strenght to continue writing and dreaming. Resting as part of the creative process :-) I think that all of us believe this is a good idea. No sorrows and no night, only light.

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See you soon.

A simple day

Sun

a cloud

sky

The day is like this,

light ilusion,

time to laugh,

willingness to go.

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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.

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.

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

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