Found in June in Northern Turkey. Weak flight. Protected.
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in my sylvan home
I tread on the pride
of Greece and Rome
And when I am stretched
beneath the pines
Where the evening star
so holy shines
I laugh at the lore
and pride of man,
At the sophist schools
and the learned clan
For what are they all
in their high conceit
When man in the bush
with God may meet?
R. W. Emerson.
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The World is too much with us; late and soon...
Wide as a waste is wide,
Across these days like deserts, when
Pride and a little scratching pen
Have dried and split the hearts of men,
Heart of the heroes, ride."
Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThis is the most beutiful butterfly I have ever seen.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
SirRichard