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majboughey · 2 years

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This is the illustrated poem page I created for the illustrated poem book, that was sold at our end of year show. It was also a project we had to do for our course, Graphic design Level 3 year 2. We got to choose a public domain poem of our choice, and had to create an illustrated page for it. I chose ‘Rain by Oliver Herford,’ because I love rain, and cats.

It’s a mix media piece that has a water colour painted background, and a inked foreground (the rain, kitten, and girl with umbrella), put together and edited in photoshop.

#Cats #Rain by Oliver Herford #poem page #college #m.a.j's art

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awkward-sultana · 2 years

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A Familiar Rain, John Geddes/A Teaspoon Of Stars, Chandrama Deshmukh/Tumblr: the-girl-not-next-door/A Year of Nature Poems, Joseph Coelho/Author Unknown/Ellis Nightingale/Love in the Afternoon, Lisa Kleypas/Oliver Herford/Down with the Ship, Ryan Murphy/Instagram: alexandrine_ar

#word weaving #comparatives #web weaving #parallels #quotes #quote compilation #words #writing #literature #poetry #compilations #December #Winter #Awkward-Sultana #Monthly web weaving

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querentiaa · 2 years

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evermore - taylor swift// black december - hellyeah// air of december - edie brickell and new bohemians// it was almost like a song - ronnie milsap// ernest agyemang yeboah// zinaida gippius// a teaspoon of stars - chandrama deshmukh// back to december - taylor swift// oliver herford// a familiar rain - john geddes

#parallels #parallelism #parallel #web weaves #web weave #web weaving #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #taylor swift #december #winter #quotes #books and libraries

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soracities · 4 years

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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory” (John Geddes, A Familiar Rain)

(Oliver Herford. ‘I heard a bird sing’)

“Needle-dark December smells. / She walks with wonder everywhere.” (Muriel Rukeyser, ‘Christmas Eve’)

“Come, happy December, who shall observe you, who shall preserve you?” (T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral)

(Regina Spektor, ‘December’)

“A winter sky, a soft warmish December sky whose tender ash grey makes of the rose with its rotting shades a transparent flower of amber.” (Jean Lorrain, ‘Dropping Petals’)

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.” (Sarah Kay, ‘Winter Without You’)

(Mazzy Star, ‘Flowers in December’)

“What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen? / What old December’s bareness every where!” (Shakespeare, ‘Sonnet #97′)

(Dr. Seuss, ‘How did it get so late so soon?’)

“December. This heart full of tears and of night.” (Albert Camus, Notebooks)

“Three o'clock on a December afternoon; the rain drizzling; A moment’s blankness—then, what are you thinking?” (Virginia Woolf, An Unwritten Novel)

“This year does not roar across, it throws back December, November, it turns up its wounds, it opens up to you, young grave- well, twelvemouth.” (Paul Celan, ‘Snowpart’)

(James Schuyler, ‘The Crystal Lithium’)

“Alone and more than alone at the bottom of the well where the moon lives, can you pull me

into December?” (Denise Levertov, ‘Everything That Acts is Actual’)

“December stirs. Its death-rattle reaches my hands.” (Jenaro Talens, The Realm of the Reader)

“December’s language is imprecise grief and drunkenness.” (Nelly Sachs, ‘The Enigmas of Night’)

(Louise Gluck, an index of first lines from her collection Poems: 1962-2012)

“Brother, listen to me, Listen … [...] Don’t worry, I won’t leave without taking my Decembers along..” (Cesar Vallejo, ‘Have You Anything to Say in Your Defense?’)

“But you understand, don't you? I came of my own will. December was coming, and the winds cried in the field [...] outside the window, the dark was watching me.” (Anna Akhmatova, Untitled from Poem Without a Hero and selected Poems)

(Anastasia (1997), 'Once Upon a December', written by Stephen Flaherty and Lynn Ahrens)

#lit #quotes #quote compilation #december #the bone bare season #quotes about x #m #x

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tavoriel · 6 years

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poetry?

Poetry: If you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

Oliver Herford. 1863–1935The Elf and the Dormouse [x]Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep,Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yetFearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter—maybe a mile!Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.Holding it over him, gaily he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse—"Good gracious me! “Where is my toadstool?” loud he lamented. —And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.

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gyspy-moon-forest · 3 years

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THE ELF AND THE

DORMOUSE OLIVER

HERFORD

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NDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf, out of the rain, to shelter himself.

Under the toadstool sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.

Trembled the wee Elf, frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.

To the next shelter-maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.

Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gayly he flew.

Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse-"Good gracious me!"

"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented, And that's how umbrellas first were invented

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cliffsideparklibrary · 7 years

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Sunday Poem

The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford. UNDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter—maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him,…

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