Russian landscape painter Isaac Levitan (1860-1900) painted Evening on the Volga with large stratocumulus clouds above the calm river. Levitan was born in Lithuania and his family moved to Moscow, Russia where he learned to paint landscapes filled with emotion.
Water, a poem by Pablo Neruda
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
- by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973, Chilean poet)
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