Some Thoughts On Butterflies

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
— Ch’ien Ch’i, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

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It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
— Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”

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Gray sail against the sky,
Gray butterfly!
Have you a dream for going.
Or are you the blind wind’s blowing?
— Dana Burnet, “A Sail at Twilight”

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…Don’t you see

That we are worms, whose insignificance
Lives but to form the angelic butterfly
That flits to judgement naked of defence?
— Dante, The Divine Comedy: Purgatory, Canto X (Sayers translation)

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The details:

WindLight setting: Torley’s Albedo 0.39

Poses by Gesticulate and Paper Couture

Photographed at 0 0 Auspicious region

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