Trees and sunsets today, art and friendship.
Windows and Palm Trees by Paul Klee
An excerpt of
The Painter Dreaming in the Scholar’s House
By Howard Nemerov
in memory of the painters Paul Klee
and Paul Terence Feeley
...He views the tree,
The great tree standing in the garden, say,
As thrusting downward its vast spread and weight,
Growing its green height from the dark watered earth,
And as suspended weightless in the sky,
Haled forth and held up by the hair of its head.
He follows through the flowing of the forms
From the divisions of the trunk out to
The veinings of the leaf, and the leaf’s fall.
His pencil meditates the many in the one
After the method in the confluence of rivers,
The running of ravines on mountainsides,
And in the deltas of the nerves; he sees
How things must be continuous with themselves
As with whole worlds that they themselves are not,
In order that they may be so transformed.
He stands where the eternity of thought
Opens upon perspective time and space;
He watches mind become incarnate; then
He paints the tree.
read the rest here.
from Six Prayers
By Ralph Salisbury
Spirit of the Sunset West
may gray clouds
hiding friends from me
that we grope
toward each other through
a vivid rose.
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