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Along with you
I cross the river of dreams.
What a long bridge it is!
Like a sliver,
life is carried away by the river
under the bridge.

Lara Biuts © 2009

*flowing the quill…*
The reader can see something familiar, reading my notes at the Goodreads website, but something is new or edited:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/1723370
"There she weaves by night and day
A magic web of colors gay."
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)

*Late at Night*
Look there--
leaving Athena’s shoulder,
flying down from Olympus,
the wise owl with expanded wings
solemnly crowns the top of cedar.
The owl is lacking for a swan’s grace,
but the keen and golden eyes
read all the books of darkness
in the still of night…
The owls, night butterflies among the birds.
The cobwebs of imagination--and white bunny.
A ladybug upon a whitethorn leaf.
A flush is like a flight of arrows
from Eros’s bow.
The bow is life as well as death:
now Eros’s bow, now Ares’s.
The bow of Eros--and the curve of time.
And final unexpected twist in plot.

Lara Biuts © 2009

Squeals and snorts of delight: Lately, I read an article on the great Greek king Mithradates Eupator. “Although he died at Panticapaeum, it is the town of Eupatoria in Crimea that commemorates his name,” but wait… I spent two summer holidays in Eupatoria when I was a schoolgirl. (I went there being attended, of course.) Hurray! I happened to visit one of Greek colonies of antiquity on the Black Sea coast (as I know now)!

*quotes*
“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” (Chekhov)
“I shall find peace. I shall hear the sea-waves noise; I shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” (Lara Biuts)

*quote*
“I don’t want to talk about the things we’ve gone through. Although it hurts me, now it’s history. I've played all my cards. That's what you have done too. Nothing more to say. No more ace to play. The winner takes it all. The loser standing small. Beside the victory--that's all my destiny. The gods may throw a dice. Minds as cold as ice. And someone way down here. Loses someone dear. The winner takes it all. The loser has to fall. It's simple and it's plain--so why should I complain? The judges will decide. The likes of me abide. Spectators of the show always staying low. The game is on again--a lover or a friend--a big thing or a small--the winner takes it all.” (from lyrics, ABBA)

*plea for help *
I am searching for one image. Could anybody help me to find the painting entitled Portrait of Lord Arthur Atherley? Details: Artist is either Reynolds or Reynolds’ contemporary British artist. Years back, I saw the image, reading one magazine. The painting’s location was an art gallery in Los Angeles, when I first saw it. It was years back, and I instantly fell in love with the image. A young man wearing red frock-coat, which looked much like a jacket for riding; gray trousers; white tie; one of his hands is ungloved. He has long brown locks, angel-like face, and his duel eye aimed at the viewer. The young man looks like having dismounted his horse but just, I would say. As far as I can remember, the full title of the picture is Portrait of Lord Arthur Atherley as an Etonian.
Please, help me to find him, for I still feel in love with him!

P. S. 5 minutes later. My plea for help has been heard! (on other website) Portrait of Arthur Atherley as an Etonian, by Thomas Lawrence--here it is: