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Aug 8Liked by Candace Rose Rardon

Congratulations, Candace! Thank you for sharing that beautiful poem and painting. I remember seeing it many years ago at the Art Institute in Chicago. Do you know the novel by the same name by Willa Cather? If not, I hope you'll check it out. The title was inspired by the painting, which appeared on the original cover.

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Aug 9Liked by Candace Rose Rardon

What a generous post and poem to start the day. Your art is truly lovely also

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Aug 9Liked by Candace Rose Rardon

Absolutely beautiful poem, you tie everything together in such a harmonious, graceful and joyful way.

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Aug 8Liked by Candace Rose Rardon

Thanks for the introduction to the poem and the painting. I will read it again, and look at the painting whilst listening to "The Lark Ascending," by Ralph Vaughan Williams:

https://youtu.be/-mHgucSz1hs

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that painting brings back memories just cant quite recall except that woman in it always reminded of someone i once knew decades ago eery wonderful

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Magnificent! Thank you for this poem by David Whyte and my favorite painting, The Song of the Lark. I found that somewhere ... in a magazine(?) ... decades ago and put it in my scrapbook. As the scrapbook grew and became many, I carefully moved the print to the end to mark the end of my life with the Song of the Lark in my heart. You've opened up a new dimension for that painting with the addition of the poem. So beautiful, Candace. I'm so glad I subscribed to Dandelion Seeds.

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Thank you, Candace!

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Aug 8Liked by Candace Rose Rardon

I always look forward to your newsletter. The little bits of art are lovely and comforting. <3

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So pretty, little bird!

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More beautiful bird song references:

From Robert Browning (which I memorized as a kid):

A Song From Pippa Passes

The year’s at the spring

And day’s at the morn;

Morning’s at seven;

The hillside’s dew-pearled;

The lark’s on the wing;

The snail’s on the thorn:

God’s in His heaven—

All’s right with the world!

And from Henry Thoreau on the song of the wood thrush:

Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of Heaven are not shut against him.

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Thank you for your beautiful work and generous spirit.

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Happy anniversary

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