Sleepcornice....

Dream of the "merveilleux" - observing the moon in the sky - (pale blue) it descended + seemed to be of silver, seamed (like a bell) - it hovered in one spot above the ground by a matter of feet...

Dream remembered - the sublime ones

too elusive [...] large slices of snow...

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~ Text: from Joseph Cornell's Dream Journals

~ A post for Pascal who traced his dreams on parchment and sewed them into the lining of his doublet

As Something Unspeakably Gentle...

He found a twig and pricked an answer in an empty space on the brown surface. He didn't use ordinary letters; it was meant for the woodcock, so he wrote in the same way as the birds.

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~ Text: Tarjei Vesaas, The Birds, 1957

~ Images: Starlings by Richard Barnes

~ Note: At home in wet thickets, moist woodlands, and alder swales; most often observed tracing lines in crepuscular courtship flight; the woodcock departs on rounded wings that make a quiet twittering sound

The Silence of the Heavens....

Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn flowers in the flowerbeds near the house had fallen asleep until morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens, the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars...

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~ Text: Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, 1879-1880