name the artist

“this
although thid might work, too.”

“How about "Tahitians With Mangos" and "Dining Room in the Country"? Those and "On the Thames; a Heron" by James Tissot, and "Rainy Day on Hennepin Avenue" by Robert Koehler are the only art prints I currently have. My question still stands with Tahitians, and Dining Room though.”

“I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”

“We the willing, lead by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. we have done so much with so little....we are qualified to do anything, with nothing”

“Dunadan...Goethe. :o)


I weary of these noisy nights
Of shallow jest and course ?good cheer?
Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights
Come, love, let us away from here?

Let us lay down this heavy load
And side by side, far from the town,
Drive on some lovely country road
And, wondering, watch the sun go down

What time is left to us, come, love
The woods, the fields shall make us whole
The nightly pageantry above
Our little world, keeps sweet our soul

No peace this city?s madness yields
A tawdry world in cheap veneer
Out there the lovely woods and fields
Come, love, let us away from here?
????”

“"Thirtee dirtee birds, sittin' on a kurb...burpin' and chirpin' and eatin' dirtee eart worms. Err!"”

“There's no way out of here,
when you come in you're in for good.
There was no promise made,
the parts you played, the chance you took.
There are no boundaries set,
the time, and yet, you waste it still!


So it slips through your hands,
like grains of sand you watch it go.
There's no time to be lost, you'll pay the cost, so get it right!
There's no way out of here,
when you come in, you're in for good!”

“Amy...who was it?
I'm gonna have to unearth my Rilke, this is getting good.”

“"Among seven snowy mountains,
The only thing moving,
Is the eye of a blackbird."”

“"Chanson"
Ring of gold and milk-white dove
Are goodly gifts for thee,
And a hempen rope for your own love
To hang upon a tree.

For you a House of Ivory
(Roses are white in the rose-bower)!
A narrow bed for me to lie
(White, O White is the hemlock flower)!

Myrtle and Jessamine for you
(O the red rose is fair to see)!
For me the cypress and the rue
(Finest of all is rosemary!)

For you three lovers of your hand
(Green grass where a man lies dead)!
For me three paces on the sand
(Plant lilies at my head)!”

“Dunadan- another hint? ;o)

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

...Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.”

“ok, ok...if ya still can't get it after THAT, here's your answer:
Desiderata(same author)”

“Oh yeah...Medic Girl, Oscar Wilde! (good poem)
:o)”