tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post6527127289111347164..comments2023-10-20T08:28:27.175-07:00Comments on Writerquake: Old Postcard Wednesday—Barcelona Lady~The Rose on the LipsLydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-58391568294471728342012-09-07T04:08:27.896-07:002012-09-07T04:08:27.896-07:00Barcelona~ Thank you for your beautiful poem! I ap...Barcelona~ Thank you for your beautiful poem! I appreciated your visit.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-32736081969285147042012-09-06T22:00:02.640-07:002012-09-06T22:00:02.640-07:00Rivers carried prints of leaves
sucked sweetness i...Rivers carried prints of leaves<br />sucked sweetness in a riot of sun<br />where ice has settled down to stay<br />trees are gallows waving ghosts.All the places is very beautiful and must be more attractive sides in there.Barcelonahttp://www.sport360.com/article/barcelonanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-921667519452155122012-08-26T15:41:52.940-07:002012-08-26T15:41:52.940-07:00bfk~ Thank you for the info. Clears a bit of the m...bfk~ Thank you for the info. Clears a bit of the mystery, anyway. <br /><br />Her book, <i>Torn by Light</i> is full of deep dark loveliness.<br />Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-18999482208435870712012-08-26T09:34:26.658-07:002012-08-26T09:34:26.658-07:00The address is definitely German, Lydia, but I can...The address is definitely German, Lydia, but I can't find one identifiable German word in the text. It does't seem to be Spanish either. Maybe Catalan. The date is 16 January 1928.<br /><br />And well do I remember Joanne de Longchamps. Lovely poem.bfkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06141624725868808411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-59909553066958142372012-08-25T01:30:21.068-07:002012-08-25T01:30:21.068-07:00Amber Lee~ The author was a college writing profes...Amber Lee~ The author was a college writing professor of mine. There always was a tragic sense about her, even before her beloved son committed suicide...Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-40708378881044082702012-08-23T19:11:33.880-07:002012-08-23T19:11:33.880-07:00I love the use of hot and cold, and seasons. It...I love the use of hot and cold, and seasons. It's moving. And tragic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-40994054803669809392012-08-23T01:52:34.327-07:002012-08-23T01:52:34.327-07:00Pixies~ Wow, what a strange 70s summer hit that mu...Pixies~ Wow, what a strange 70s summer hit that must have been. I was going to say that I am impressed you remembered it, but both versions were probably so strange that they would be difficult to forget. :)<br /><br />kj~ It's a miserable way to think of the ending of a life. But it's probably more common than we want to believe. <br />I covet that kind of correspondence too. My dear blogging friend in Vienna sends real mail (and vice versa) and I adore it!Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-53468586203826924502012-08-22T12:18:53.937-07:002012-08-22T12:18:53.937-07:00There is nothing to be done but this:
Take grief t...There is nothing to be done but this:<br />Take grief to bed, last chilly lover<br />who will be faithful kissing in the cold.<br /><br />oh chills indeed. well this is a depressing thought! i am going to take a warm stuffed animal to bed with me instead. and in the end, i hope it is not grief but gratitude that i kiss last :^) ( i could be naive....)<br /><br />lydia, i covet correspondence with a thick ink pen or feather! it is so beautiful <br /><br />love<br />kjkjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15122196887043345981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-20055701352738835982012-08-22T01:07:23.472-07:002012-08-22T01:07:23.472-07:00The chap standing behind her could almost be Zorro...The chap standing behind her could almost be Zorro<br /><br />Slight tangent, as am unable to translate the postcard - there was a summer hit here in the 70s called Una Paloma Blanca - all about partying in spain, no doubt. But the funny thing is that a band called The Wurzels did an alternate version sung in West Country accents "I Am A Cider Drinker"<br /><br />ooh-arr, ooh-arrDon't Feed The Pixieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05380146661526476947noreply@blogger.com