Poetry of Art

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ IN THE EVENING

IN THE EVENING  BY ANNA AKHMATOVA The garden rang with music Of inexpressible despair. A dish of oysters spread on ice Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp. He told me: “I’m a faithful friend!”- And lightly touched my dress. How different from embraces The touch of those two hands. That’s how one strokes a cat or bird Or looks at slender lady riders… Just laughter in his quiet eyes, Beneath his light gold lashes. And the despondent voices of the violins Sing out beyond the hanging smoke: “Give...

19 April 2013 | Poetry of Art | , , , , , , | 0 Comments
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RECLINING FIGURE

RECLINING FIGURE Then the knee of the wave turned to stone By the cliff of her flank I anchored. in the darkness of harbors laid-by Henry Moore Poem by Donald Hall (1928- ) Statue is Reclining Figure (1951) by Henry Moore Plaster and Figure (Tate Gallery London)

21 March 2013 | Poetry of Art | , , , , | 0 Comments
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WITH THE RAIN (A REQUIEM) ~ POEM BY WILLIAM (CHILI) GONZALEZ

Let me sleep Leave me be Let my eyes close Leave my soul to fade away, forever more Let me rest in peace Leave my blood to freeze Let me travel to the unknown Leave the body; it’s just flesh and bone Let my spirit wander in darkness Leave memories of past in fondness Burn this coffin, for I am not there This burden is not for you to bear Do not lament or shed tears When serenity comes, I will be near When you are lonely in silence...

04 March 2013 | My Artist Friends ~ and their creations..., Poetry of Art | , , , , , | 3 Comments
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MIRAGE ~ POEM BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding  comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream’s sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream’s sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream’s sake. Mirage Charles Conder (1889)

13 February 2013 | Poetry of Art | , , , , , , | 0 Comments
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AKOSAH KWADWO ~ THE HEART IS NOT YET SWEET

And then we added the colors in the rain The hundred pins in the skeletons of dust In the dawn and evening Of the wedding of mourning In the earth of the harsh country But if the sun falls Within you in the years And the heart is not yet sweet Let no one touch it In the how many years of the sun… Akosah Kwadwo 2012 Painting is A Summer Night, 1890 by Winslow Homer

16 July 2012 | Poetry of Art | , , , , , , , | 0 Comments
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DANIIL KHARMS ~ ON POETRY

“One must write poetry in such as way that if one threw the poem in a window, the pane would break.” ― Daniil Kharms (1905-1942) Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev(Даниил Иванович Юёв) was born in St. Petersburg, into the family of Ivan Yuvachev, a well known member of the revolutionary group, The People’s Will. By this time the elder Yuvachev had already been imprisoned for his involvement in subversive acts against the tsar Alexander III and had become a religious philosopher, acquaintance of Anton Chekhov during the latter’s trip to Sakhalin....

10 July 2012 | Poetry of Art | , , , , | 0 Comments
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OCTAVIO PAZ ~ THE LOVE IN LOVE

At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death; the walk with eyes closed along the edge of the cliff, and the verbena in submarine gardens; the laughter that sets on fire the rules and the holy commandments; the descent of parachuting words onto the sands of the page; the despair that boards a paper boat and crosses, for forty nights and forty days, the night-sorrow sea and the day-sorrow desert; the idolatry of the self and the desecration of...

24 June 2012 | Poetical Visions, Poetry of Art | , , , , , | 0 Comments
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NEIL GAIMAN ~ FRAGILE THINGS

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.” Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

14 April 2012 | Poetry of Art, The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... | , , , , , | 0 Comments
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I ~ POEM BY TOM SHELDON

Know that space dilates with your own breath; sing out, as a bird in the desert from the shadowy rafters of its own high perch- Our senses cannot fathom this darkness, so learn the transformations through and through staving off the inevitable is futile, non-efficacious and fruitless Be the meaning of this strange encounter; at their crossing, be the glowing center. Immerse yourself at the precipice With the words: I am. Tom Sheldon I © Copyright Tom Sheldon

28 February 2012 | Poetry of Art | , , , , , , | 0 Comments
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A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

For sure you must have a soul Somewhere there buried inside With strong metal welded shut tide You play your mister perfect role But things are not as they always seem Fragile are the walls that you keep up And if I could peak through the cracks Its all just compromises into extreme Why don’t you show your true face now For once lower the wooden painted mask I beg you to show me your teardrops All I get is a lonely sounding sough I admit when you do...

15 February 2012 | My own creations, Poetry of Art, Uncategorized | , , , , | 2 Comments
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