The Ocean and the Milky Way

  The Ocean and the Milky Way. ©2013. Ink, watercolor, graphite on paper. Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs. Antoine de… Continue reading The Ocean and the Milky Way

Where Playthings Come Alive

Where Playthings Come Alive, ©2013. Altered Photo. Foreign Lands Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had… Continue reading Where Playthings Come Alive

The Strange Woods

The Strange Woods ©2013. Photo The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of the reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the… Continue reading The Strange Woods

The Caterpillar

Fairyland, ©2013. Photo The Caterpillar Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf by leaf away. Down beneath grow dandelions, Daisies, old-man’s-looking-glasses; Rooks flap croaking across the lane. I eat and swallow and eat again. Here come raindrops helter-skelter; I munch and nibble… Continue reading The Caterpillar

On Noses

Nose Grower, ©2013. Why, O Prime Mover of Noses, why Do our noses grow longer, our lives shorter, Why during the night should these fleshly lumps, Like vampires or suction-pumps, Drain us dry? from The Nose,  Andrei Voznesensky, Antiworlds translated by W.H. Auden http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1966/apr/14/five-poems-by-andrei-voznesensky/?pagination=false