Ex Libris NC (aka Lynn Roundtree)
@exlibrisnc.bsky.social
Posts about poetry, history, antiquarian books, spirituality, and wordplay. Louisiana native, longtime North Carolina resident.
"I would encourage you to re-read your job description. I call your attention to the section labelled 'Related duties as assigned.'"
Watch the moment on "The Porter Wagoner Show" in 1973 when Dolly Parton begins to assert control over her own writing, her own performing, and her career as an artist. youtu.be/BpeCa8rud3Q?... #Dolly
Dolly Parton & Porter Wagoner Run That By Me One More Time 1973 Extended
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Late August-- This is the plum season, the nights blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peaches with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples that drop & rot sweetly, their brown skins veined as glands davidkanigan.com/2012/08/28/l... #Poetry #Poems #Summer #August
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh I'm begging you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin & eyes of emerald green... genius.com/artists #Poetry #Poems #Dolly
"In Late August," by Peter Campion In a culvert by the airport under crumbling slag wine colored water seeps to this pool the two does drink from: each sipping as the other keeps look out. The skyline is a blur of barcode and microchip... #Poetry #Poems #August www.poemhunter.com/peter-campion/
There is a moment after you move your eye away when you forget where you are because you’ve been living, it seems, somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky. You’ve stopped being here in the world. You’re in a different place, a place where human life has no meaning... voetica.com/poem/8212
Garrison Keillor, "Sweet Corn" "...O that fresh sweet corn that the Lord sent down So we know how heaven will be, No grief, no tears, just the young golden ears Plenty for you and for me..." #Poetry #Poems #Summer #Corn www.prairiehome.org/story/2005/0...
Pablo Neruda, "Ode to Tomatoes" The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime... www.huckgutman.com/ode-to-tomat... #Poetry #Poems #Tomatoes #Summer
What gentle echoes, half heard sounds there are around here. You place yourself in such relation you hear everything that’s said. Take it or leave it. Return it to a particular condition. Think slowly. See the things around you, taking place... #Poetry #Poems #Creeley voetica.com/poem/7470
"Watermelons," by Charles Simic Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth. #Poetry #Poems #Summer #Watermelons
"The Melon" There was a melon fresh from the garden So ripe the knife slurped As it cut it into six slices. The children were going back to school. Their mother, passing out paper plates, Would not live to see the leaves fall... www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/charle... #Poetry #Poems #Watermelon
Bees sleep 5–8 hours a day, sometimes inside flowers, and they often rest together while gently holding each other's feet. Nature is full of amazing little wonders.
This Could Bee Us: Two Bees in a Flower
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E.B. White, "Dog Around the Block" Dog around the block, sniff, Hydrant sniffing, corner, grating, Sniffing, always, starting forward, Backward, dragging, sniffing backward, Leash at taut, leash at dangle, Leash in people’s feet entangle— poets.org/poem/dog-aro... #Poetry #Poems #Dogs #Dachshunds
END OF SUMMER After all things occurred to me the void occurred to me. There is a limit to the pleasure I had in form— I am not like you in this, I have no release in another body, I have no need of shelter outside myself— www.brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/end-of... #Poetry #Poems #Summer #Gluck
Gary Snyder, "Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout" Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies... www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47182/... #Poetry #Poems #August #Cascades
VARIATIONS ON A THEME Thank you my lifelong afternoon late in this season of no age thank you for my windows above the rivers thank you for the true love you brought me when it was time at last & for words that come out of silence & take me by surprise merwinconservancy.org/poems/ #Poetry #Poems
It was a day in August. It was hot, And I’d come to an ancient city To contemplate a sun-splashed river And an embaying ring of hills. There are moments, slippery And salvific, rare and pure And paradoxical as old current, When the wine turns green... #Poetry #Poems lithub.com/the-old-curr...
"August" No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. On either side, smitten as with a spell Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush... poets.org/poem/august-0 #Poetry #Poems #August #Summer
I can imagine someone who found these fields unbearable, who climbed the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust, cracking the brittle weeds underfoot, wishing a few more trees for shade. An Easterner especially, who would scorn the meagerness of summer danagioia.com/poems-2/ #Poetry #Poems #August
They left my hands like a printer's Or thief's before a police blotter & pulled me into early morning's Terrestrial sweetness, so thick The damp ground was consecrated Where they fell among a garland of thorns... #Poetry #Poems #Blackberries #Summer #Dogs www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/ko...
"The Cat's Song," by Marge Piercy Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest a gesture of drawing milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts... #Poetry #Poems #Caturday www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44880/...
NOCTURNE II August arrives in the dark we are not even asleep & it is here with a gust of rain rustling before it how can it be so late all at once somewhere the Perseids are falling toward us already at a speed that would burn us alive if we could believe it #Poems merwinconservancy.org/poems/
"August Evening" See, a hand sweeps stars from the August sky, as if my mother swept off the supper crumbs from the table at home. Her apron, slipping now & then, smells of parsley & chives– The sweet scent of her long-gone garden sending me to sleep beside you tonight again. #Poems
