Showing posts with label carl sandburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label carl sandburg. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2012

saturday shopping list, february 25th...

$40 
rustic butter dish, by justwork


"come down, stay there, move on.
i want you, i don't, keep all.
there is no song to your singing.
i am hit deep, you drive far,
o mooney yellow half moon,
steady, steady; or will you tip over?
or will the wind and the streeling
thin sheets only pass and move on
and leave you alone and lovely?
i want you, i don't, come down,
stay there, move on.
money is nothing now, even if i had it."

~ from 'half moon in a high wind', by carl sandburg


   { click on the price below each picture to view the listing on etsy, and on the shop names to see what other lovelies you may find!}


$18.50 
two square earrings - tribal - geometric shapes - chevron, by corrieberrypie



$140 
velvet ribbon pants, by sandrachagen



$30 
s a l e mustard saffron yellow high waist shorts made of irish linen, from dotto



$65 
extra large antique egg basket with lid. harvest decor, from oceanswept



$18 
sparkle small vintage slinky blouse, from kellyemeraldhart



$168 
antique stained glass church window fragment, from mistyalbion



$121 
vintage 1920s j'aime la boheme dress, from veryvintagestore



$148 
lilac patchwork quilt, from sadieolive



$72 
okapi jewelry, by okapiknits



$95
pocket mini skirt, by duende74




happy saturday

Saturday, November 6, 2010

saturday shopping list - november 6th




what was left limited edition, by windylanestudio



"listen...
with faint dry sound, 
like steps of passing ghosts,
the leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
and fall."

~   'november night', by adelaide crapsey





"among the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed susans
dripping yellow leaves in july,
i read your heart in a book.

and your mouth of blue pansy - i know somewhere i have seen it rain shattered.

and i have seen a woman with her head flung between her naked 
knees, and her head held there listening to the sea, the great naked 
sea shouldering a load of salt.

and the blue pansy mouth sang to the sea:
mother of god, i'm so little a thing,
let me sing longer,
only a little longer.

and the sea shouldered its salt in long gray combers hauling new shapes on the
beach sand."

~  'adelaide crapsey', by carl sandburg





























 the tallest bee hotel, by wudwerx












 small original etching, by fleurografie