Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood #BookWormSat

“The language itself, whether you speak it or not, whether you love it or hate it, is like some bewitchment or seduction from the past, ...... subtly affecting the nations sensibilities even when its meaning is forgotten.” ✍️Jan Morris, Wales: The First Place #BookWormSat

‘A fine gull on the tideflow,
All white with moon or snow,
Your beauty’s immaculate,
Shard like the sun, brine’s gauntlet.
Buoyant you’re on the deep flood,
A proud swift bird of fishfood.’ ~ Yr Wylan (The Seagull), Dafydd ap Gwilym. #BookWormSat 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🖼️ Wilhelm Kuhnert, 1904.

Book returned to library after 150 years - with a £14,600 late fee 📖 “Antiquities of Athens” (1858) was returned to a public library in Kiama, Australia last week after a local man discovered the text inside a tea crate, bricked into a disused fireplace. #BookchatWeekly #BookSky

Book returned to library after 150 years - with a £14,600 late fee

The 1858 copy of Antiquities of Athens was returned after being found in a sealed fireplace during recent home renovations

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Perhaps it would be best if you Created something very new A dirty novel done in Erse Or written backwards in Welsh verse 🖋 A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry by #DylanThomas #BookWormSat 🎨 Roger Hane (after de Chirico) #BookChatWeekly

'I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode Out of the old lie burning on the ground, And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.' -Dylan Thomas @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. 🎨Anselm Kiefer

.けろりかんとして烏と柳哉 "keeping their cool-- the crow the willow" (Issa) 🎨 Kawanabe Kyōsai (c 1850) #bookwormsat

#WITMonth 📚💙🖊️ #Books #WomenWriting #Reading Making plans for Women In Translation month August 2026. Off my shelves: The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa with Stephen Snyder (Translator) first pub 1994

Probably the sky a hundred yards or so above your head is still nothing more than sky to you. But all that means is that the storehouse happens to be empty at the moment. Kenzaburō Ōe, Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness #BookWormSat

Murder at the Black Cat Cafe Seishi Yokomizo (1947) Image: Pushkin Press paperback July 2026 #BookWormSat #caturday #illustration #coverart

Furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto old pond frog leaping splash 🐸Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694) #BookWormSat Trans: Cid Corman

‘There is much to be said for cherry blossoms, but they seem so flighty. They are so quick to run off and leave you. And then just when your regrets are the strongest the wisteria comes into bloom, and it blooms on into the summer.’ ~ Murasaki Shikibu, The Tale of Genji. #BookWormSat 🖼️ Edward Okuń

In Japanese folk stories, Yuki-onna lives in snow capped mountains where she preys on travellers who are lost in snowstorms by feeding off their life-giving energy. #BookWormSat 🎨 Japanese Sozan woodblock print

‘The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart.’ ~ Murasaki Shikibu, The Tale of Genji. This #BookWormSat celebrates Tenjin Matsuri with a day of Japanese literature or literature about Japan. 🇯🇵

@bookwormsat.bsky.social "Although I was called Captain Barry for many years of my life, and have been known as such by the first people of Europe, yet I may as well confess I had no more claim to the title than many a gentleman who assumes it," Wm Makepeace Thackeray "Barry Lyndon". #BookWormSat

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. #BookWormSat

"Good humour may be said to be one of the very best articles of dress one can wear in society." -Sketches and Travels in London William Makepeace Thackeray #BookWormSat

'Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other's habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets...' -Benjamin Disraeli @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 📚🐛

"The wicked are always surprised to find wickedness in others." William Makepeace Thackeray #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly 🎨 Hogarth - Election Propaganda

‘The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.’ ~ William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair. This #BookWormSat marks the birthdate of William Makepeace Thackeray with portraits of society in literature. Do join us tomorrow.

"No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine" (Keats) 🎨 Magnus Gjoen  #bookwormsat

“It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or scarlet fever.” -The Winter of Our Discontent John Steinbeck #BookWormSat

‘But when meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in amber jerkin, moved graciously to his place in the group, then the play was ready to begin.’ ~ Kenneth Grahame’s TWITW. @racheldeering.bsky.social here for a #BookWormSat of trees and flowers from where you are. 🖼️ E H Shepard

"A shaft of moonlight illuminated a row of sentinel silver birch in a phosphorescent glow, appearing almost ethereal in the relative surrounding gloom." "The Elephant Tree" by R.D. Ronald. #BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social

‘Dost ask me, what this primrose shews, Bepearled thus with morning dews? I must whisper to thy ears, The sweets of love are wash'd with tears…’ ~ Burns This #BookwormSat will explore the literature of native plants from wherever you are. Do join us! 🖼️ John Wainwright

“The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In their freckles live their savours” (a Midsummer Night’s Dream) In Shakespeare ‘s time, the cowslip was the children’s favourite. #BookWormSat

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon The Owl and The Pussycat Edward Lear L Leslie Brooke #BookWormSat

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright And this was odd because it was - The middle of the night 😆 🖊 Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat 🎨 Arthur B. Frost #BookChatWeekly

"But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here." -Alice in Wonderland Lewis Carroll #BookWormSat

"At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" (Rudyard Kipling) 🎨 Maurice De Becque "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi" #bookwormsat