Blog about examples of unconventional creativity in various fields: "multi-disciplinary art works". "Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Song of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
~ Song of Myself,
Walt Whitman
A magical wood
Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
~ "Song of a Dream" – Sarojini Naidu
I came from the sunny valley
I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its grey expanses
My peace would come to me.
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its grey expanses
My peace would come to me.
I came at last to
the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”
But the thirsty
tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.
~ Sara Teasdale
“The River”
A Twig Breaks
The scream of a bird
high above,
A branch creaks, leaves fall, the flutter of feathers
The smell, scent of leaves and moss with trees like a cage around me
Bars together, so close, straight, tall and seamless
A branch creaks, leaves fall, the flutter of feathers
The smell, scent of leaves and moss with trees like a cage around me
Bars together, so close, straight, tall and seamless
Shades
of green and brown everywhere
Silence, no birds, something is coming
A twig breaks, its close, or was that me
A bead of sweat falls from my chin.........
Silence, no birds, something is coming
A twig breaks, its close, or was that me
A bead of sweat falls from my chin.........
~ From The Rain forest by Belinda Pertot
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