Though ever so compassionate, we feel within I know not what tart, sweet, malicious pleasure in seeing others suffer.

The antiquity of proverbs

GOANNASP

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong.  Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.  George Washington Carver

foto – goanna by susan pomroy 2009

Though all gold may glitter, yet all is not gold that glitters

The Colours Of Light

Oft the colours are pitched so high
The deepest note is the cobalt sky;
We have to wait till the sunset comes
For shades that feel like the beat of drums –
Or like organ notes in their rise and fall –
Purple and orange and cardinal,
Or the peacock-green that turns soft and slow
To peacock-blue as the great stars show .

Dorothea Mackellar

ty OLDPOETRY

WALLSP

a head operates in its clay
and thinks about the wings
it cannot elevate to understanding
here against the fickle light

foto – by susan pomroy 2009

“There are always two choices. Two paths to take. One is easy. And its only reward is that it’s easy.”

MAJORMITCHSP

It is the path you do not fear that the wild beast catches you on.

"Ashanti proverbs, the primitive ethics of a savage people"

foto – major mitchell  cockatoo by susan pomroy 2009

Proverbs 25:17 Let your foot be seldom in your neighbour’s house, lest he have his fill of you and hate you.

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It is the business of thought to define things, to find the boundaries; thought, indeed, is a ceaseless process of definition. It is the business of Art to give things shape. Anyone who takes no delight in the firm outline of an object, or in its essential character, has no artistic sense. . . . He cannot even be nourished by Art. Like Ephraim, he feeds upon the East wind, which has no boundaries.

VANCE PALMER

On Boundaries.

foto – izzy at brierfield 2009

More belongs to a bed than four bare legs.

"A collection of the proverbs of all nations"

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THE TENT.

Once I left

the tent, pulled tight about me

the hessian air.

The moon was a sigh

on my hand. My father

said that silence was reason,

there was power in it. Once,

I think, he camped here.

John Foulcher.

foto – tent at linden lea

Edith Wharton It spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in a small way.

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The toughest skin holds longest out. Cumberland.

He that tholes [endures] overcomes. Scotch.

"A collection of the proverbs of all nations"

foto- father and son on nsw/qld border 2008

I might have done better had I been wise, but now old age prevents me.

"An Old English Miscellany Containing a Bestiary, Kentish Sermons, Proverbs …"

JABIRUSP

When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange – my youth.
Sara Teasdale

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foto – jabiru from susan pomroy

‘the dealer came around, you took / the gifts he gave you till barbed hunger / took you by the arm’, who went to ‘a place i can’t follow, / a trail fading down to the sea, / the flash of a cold rushing star’

Rainswayed Night by Max Ryan ty THYLAZINE.

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Jesus leaves his disciples, and all alone, he prays to his Father : ‘ Let this cup depart from me if it be Thy will.’

foto -coldstream yard nov 09