I Could Live With It

Victorian house

entranceway to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina

Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer.

I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s homes.

/The Ingomar Club, Eureka, California

door-knob detail

victorian ceilings

If your wondering why I have a Victorian house and it’s fixings on our poetry blog, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home, I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art. To many this kind of decor would be just to much and much to busy. Take a look at the ceilings ! And notice that the exterior was not just a simple white or gray but many colors, and most had beautiful porches, totally awesome. If I were younger and had a bit more money, I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.

Spring in New Hampshire

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Spring in New Hampshire

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Claude McKay, 1889 – 1948

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TOO GREEN THE SPRINGING APRIL GRASS, 
TOO BLUE THE SILVER-SPECKLED SKY, 
FOR ME TO LINGER HERE, ALAS, 
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WHILE HAPPY WINDS GO LAUGHING BY, 
WASTING THE GOLDEN HOURS INDOORS, 
WASHING WINDOWS AND SCRUBBING FLOORS. 
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TOO WONDERFUL THE APRIL NIGHT, 
TOO FAINTLY SWEET THE FIRST MAY FLOWERS, 
THE STARS TOO GLORIOUSLY BRIGHT, 
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FOR ME TO SPEND THE EVENING HOURS, 
WHEN FIELDS ARE FRESH AND STREAMS ARE LEAPING, 
WEARIED, EXHAUSTED, DULLY SLEEPING.
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~ Weekend Wonderland ~

     “FALLING SNOW”

See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops,
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes,
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden, 
What a pretty sight!

Author: Caitlyn Turner

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On a Night of Snow

Wow...neat on so many levels...where did the cat come from? Where does the road lead? Lovely in black and white!

Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet –
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.

Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar –
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

(May 31,1893 – August 31,1986) was an American writer of poetry for children.