Poetry Painting Project: Day 15

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Christina Rossetti’s poem, De Profundis.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Save The Moon By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

GIBBOUS MOON

The gibbous moon confers gifts—
firelit gossamer to mark your forest path.
But when she wanes, and you fall from grace,
be vigilant, capricious heart.

It is not a time for mourning,
but for sowing.

She’ll not deny you
your harvest home.
Lift up your sighing eyes, and
again her heart will open.

Her outstretched arms,
pale and devoted in the ardent hours,
patiently wait for your fond embrace.

Between two tempestuous seas—
dark and unmeasured—
seas of birth and death—
is a sinuous strait.

You are a drop of soul water
on the foam of a wayfaring wave.

Rise, you soul!
And rise again!
There is the serpent Scylla—
there is swirling Charybdis.

Rise to the wave’s crest.
Rise to the mirrored moon—
shadow of the Sun. Rise like spray,
away from death,
away from darkness,
into the Eternal One.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE MOON-SOUL AND THE SEA
from Dīvāni Shamsi Tabrīz
by Rumi (trans. R. A. Nicholson)

At morning-tide a moon appeared in the sky,
And descended from the sky and gazed on me.
Like a falcon which snatches a bird at the time of hunting,
That moon snatched me up and coursed over the sky.
When I looked at myself, I saw myself no more,
Because in that moon my body became by grace even as soul.
When I travelled in soul, I saw naught save the moon,
Till the secret of the Eternal Theophany was revealed.
The nine spheres of heaven were all merged in that moon,
The vessel of my being was completely hidden in the sea.
The sea broke into waves, and again Wisdom rose
And cast abroad a voice; so it happened and thus it befell.
Foamed the sea, and at every foam-fleck
Something took figure and something was bodied forth.
Every foam-fleck of body, which received a sign from that sea,
Melted straightway and turned to spirit in this Ocean.


Notes:
Rumi, 1207-1273. Born in Balk (present-day Afghanistan) or Wakhsh (present-day Tajikistan)
Link Biography: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi
Link to Poem: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/45159/45159-h/45159-h.htm#II_SHAMSI_TABRIZ


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

The soul should always stand ajar. Ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

Emily Dickinson

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 14

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Christina Rossetti’s poem, De Profundis.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

To Catch Hope By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

ONCE THE WATER WAS ONE

once the water was one

before land and ocean parted
before firestorm, flood, and tempest
before desert, valley, and mountain
before the crash of thunder
and the deadly vein of lightning

before the arcing moon
before the crystal hung
vault of midnight blue
before the blazing four-walled city
of slave-hewn stone
and her seven iron gates
and her savage armies
and her shields and ashen spears
and her swords unsheathed
for the slaughter

the water was one

and all that tumbled hence
is a mere illusion more fragile
than a porcelain egg

cup your hands like a chalice
and crack it open
taste the sun’s yoke

why shed tears and fill
a wishing well with yesterdays?

today is your birthright
would you squander such largesse?


OUR INSPIRATION

DE PROFUNDIS
by Christina Rossetti

Oh why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.

I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.

I never watch the scatter’d fire
Of stars, or sun’s far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:

For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.


Notes:
Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894. Born in London, England.
Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/christina-rossetti
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44994/de-profundis
Influence: Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pre-Raphaelite_Brotherhood)


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Painting is founded on the heart controlled by the head.

Paul Cézanne

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 13

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by a selection from Rainer Maria Rilke’s volume of poetry, The Book of Hours.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

The Comfort I Offered Once By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

SOLITUDE

I have stood
in the dark, lonely hour,
unafraid.

I have stood
among the dark, masked angels,
towering over the evergreens,
centuries old,
in the spectered forest at the foot
of a dim moon-illumined mountain—
the mountain a word unutterable.

I have stood
on the edge of a dark ravine
and tossed a question
into the river Styx.
It tumbled down the crag
like a stone,
over and over it turned,
into an answer to itself
that was itself a question—
a hundred times over
only to fall into the black water,
with scarcely a ripple,
where it sank to the bottom—
into a question irreducible.

I have stood
in the dark, lonely hour
unafraid to ask.


OUR INSPIRATION

from THE BOOK OF HOURS
by Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Babette Deutsch)

What will you do, God, when I die?
When I, your pitcher, broken, lie?
When l, your drink, go stale or dry?
I am your garb, the trade you ply,
you lose your meaning, losing me.

Homeless without me, you will be
robbed of your welcome, warm and sweet.
I am your sandals: your tired feet
will wander bare for want of me.

Your mighty cloak will fall away.
Your glance that on my cheek was laid
and pillowed warm, will seek, dismayed,
the comfort that I offered once—
to lie, as sunset colors fade
in the cold lap of alien stones.

What will you do, God? I am afraid.


Notes:
Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926. Born in Prague, Bohemia, Austria-Hungary.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rainer-maria-rilke
Link to Poem: https://archive.org/details/in.ernet.dli.2015.136247/page/n31
Link to Translator: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babette_Deutsch


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Art is the path of the creator to his work.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 12

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Ella Wheeler Wilcox’ poem, Solitude.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Rejoice By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

SOLITUDE

It was a hot, bright, and lazy,
summer Sunday afternoon,
and all my work was done,
or forgotten.

Upon a wrought-iron table,
just beyond the shade and shelter
of a short black awning,
was a glass demitasse of espresso,
and a thumbed volume of Symbolist poetry.

And I upon a wrought-iron chair,
propped my tired feet on another,
lounged lizardly in the heat,
closed my eyes to fireworks,
emptied my tired brain
of every anxious drop
of thought for tomorrow.

Tomorrow.
I would find her again
early next morning

now today
from my own down pillow
chirping.

But in this quiet moment
I caught the breath
of joyful solitude
like a swallow
upon a pendulous breeze—
unfettered by shame—
by a murdered albatross of regret.

Polyps of sweat
burst my bronzing skin.
My face unfolded
like a lotus
for the sun—
bent to the tips
of her fiery fingers—
hot, gilt, curious
and resurrecting.


OUR INSPIRATION

SOLITUDE
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.


Notes:

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1919. Born in Johnstown, Wisconsin.
Link to Biography: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45937/solitude-56d225aad9924


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Creation begins with vision.

Henri Matisse

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 11

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by William Wordsworth’s poem, I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

The Inward Eye By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

A MURDER OF CROWS

It had showered all day,
and the sky was beaten tin.
It was warm for January.
The city’s spires were lost in the overcast.
Streams of slurry
coursed along the street curbs,
and the air smelled like rain and rust.

We had just stepped outside
and saw crows by the thousands,
each a regent of the high winds.
We listened rapt to their cawing chorus
echoing as within the tall stone walls
of a gothic cathedral.

It baffled me to see
so much nobility,
wings wide and far-ranging,
perched and swaying on the brittle veins
of bloodless trees—
a murder of black-robed priests—
an elect few gliding high in lazy circles
like fathers seeking God in the desert.

How do they see us?
Wingless, crippled,
trammeled to the mud,
skittering like bugs
on the wet concrete?

And as we stood and breathed them in,
I wondered about your winged spirit,
and wondered about mine,
and the way we circle each other,
as two shamans around the fire dance
then to each our perch,
and to each our branch.

With whom have I flown?
Loves like zephyrs fleeting,
fade to meadows on the farthest hillside,
but with you I hope to fly forever.


OUR INSPIRATION

I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Notes:

William Wordsworth 1770-1850. Born in Brookeline, Massechusetts.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-wordsworth
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45521/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

The truth is more important than the facts.

Frank Lloyd Wright

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 10

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Walt Whitman’s poem from Leaves of Grass, Song of Myself.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

It Is Within Reach By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

THIS HOUSE WAS ALWAYS BROKEN

This house was always broken
and now it’s full of stifling shadows—
a clumsy, windblown panoply
of somnambulant chuntering—
lingering memories that sometimes smile,
shed tears, or spill bitter draughts of laughter.

You leave each moment
as you enter it—
will you stumble in the night
from room to dusty room
or light a lantern
and walk into the sea?

Take courage.
This house was always broken.

When you’re on the water’s edge,
ask yourself—
With what is your heart filled?
Watch your thoughts
ripple across the canvas of the sea.
You and the sea are inextricably bound.

Your steady gaze will quell the tempest,
scatter the clouds like ashes
and lift up the newborn sun.

The seagulls will dance in the coddling breezes
and cry for your joy.

You were born chasing the sun.
Now die with it in your hands.
There’s no more room for shadows in your heart,
where ghosts may roam and murmur in tongues.


OUR INSPIRATION

from SONG OF MYSELF (46)
by Walt Whitman

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.

I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.

If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
For after we start we never lie by again.

This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look’d at the crowded heaven,
And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill’d and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.

You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.

Sit a while dear son,
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.

Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.


Notes:

Walt Whitman 1819-1892. Born in West Hills, Long Island, NY.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/walt-whitman
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45477/song-of-myself-1892-version


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.

Henry David Thoreau

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 9

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Amy Lowell’s poem, The Painter on Silk.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Painter of Roses By Addie Hirshten

MY POEM

PITY

Such a pity
for a man not to stop,
not for a damned minute,
not for a solid hour,
to fill his starving soul
with a child’s wonder.

I tell you frankly
that what he thinks is real
is of no real consequence.

Will he not instead
listen to the sky’s lyre,
and the lazy arpeggios of clouds,
in soft, sweet repose?

So must I call him
to himself
and tell him of his freedom,
so that he may paint the world
with his spirit’s true brush.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE PAINTER ON SILK
by Amy Lowell

There was a man
Who made his living
By painting roses
Upon silk.

He sat in an upper chamber
And painted,
And the noises of the street
Meant nothing to him.

When he heard bugles, and fifes, and drums,
He thought of red, and yellow, and white roses
Bursting in the sunshine,
And smiled as he worked.

He thought only of roses,
And silk.

When he could get no more silk,
He stopped painting
And only thought
Of roses.

The day the conquerors
Entered the city
The old man
Lay dying.
He heard the bugles and drums
And wished he could paint the roses
Bursting into sound.


Notes:

Amy Lowell 1874-1925. Born in Brookeline, Massechusetts.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/amy-lowell
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=13729


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

Oscar Wilde

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 8

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Sara Teasdale’s poem, Spirit’s House.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Spirit’s House By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

HOMELAND

still starry night
and moonlight to read by
the book of my homeland
a page for the cloudy meadow
a page for the arid plain
a page for the white mountain
a page for the roiling sea

a page for a forest of corpses
smoke from the ash

dead embers of the branch
of skeletal trees
the air does not move here
and it is hard to breathe

phantoms fathoms deep
purveyors of all my wrongs
kick the dust from their graves
to haunt my faltering steps
and whisper to my listening ear
of the clawing forgotten past

father why
mother why
were you not an aegis
against this cruel world
that fashioned fanged Cerberus
from the marble of my child soul?

and yet there is the all-consuming sun
the page of the desert of
my solitary wandering
the sand and dry wind will cleanse me
of my shame
and though I am not blameless
my god is just and decrees
to reckon and remember
to finger my rosary
each bead a wicked deed
and count them always


OUR INSPIRATION

SPIRIT’S HOUSE
by Sara Teasdale

From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sing of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have the good of all my pain;
My spirit’s quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I lost sight of God.


Notes:

Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933. Born in St. Louis, Missouri.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sara-teasdale
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=13729


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

Oscar Wilde

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 7

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by Sappho’s poem, The Rose.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Crowned Rose By Addie Hirshten

MY POEM

SOFT RED ROSE

Soft red rose. Transcendent.
Your four petals turn—
curled, young, and eager,
like pubescent lips,
wrapped tight in your core—
into four more,
and four more in turn,
turning again and yet again,
until they singe the far-flung corners
of Love’s sublime experiment.

Soft red rose. Transcendent.
Your petals blush,
flicks of flame,
and dart like tongues,
from your mouth agape,
wet with dew
to lick the outer walls
of Love’s
crimson kingdom.

Soft red rose. Transcendent.
Yours is the musk of two young lovers.
Where does She end and He begin?
Each is whole in the soul of the other.
O goddess of Love! You
sigh and unfold,
sigh and unfold.
You are both wine and toper,
both quivering limbs—
petals bent—
smiles brimming
with unspoken words
of breathless adoration—

… and the yielding eye
of Time’s tumultuous tempest—
full of milk and stars—
of joy and disbelief—
of ecstasy.


OUR INSPIRATION

THE ROSE
by Sappho

If it pleased the whim of Zeus in an idle
Hour to choose a king for the flowers, he surely
Would have crowned the rose for its regal beauty,
Deeming it peerless;

By its grace is valley and hill embellished,
Earth is made a shrine for the lover’s ardor;
Dear it is to flowers as the charm of lovely
Eyes are to mortals;

Joy and pride of plants, and the garden’s glory,
Beauty’s blush it brings to the cheek of meadows;
Draining fire and dew from the dawn for rarest
Color and odor;

Softly breathed, its scent is a plea for passion,
When it blooms to welcome the kiss of Kypris;
Sheathed in fragrant leaves its tremulous petals
Laugh in the zephyr.


Notes:

Sappho. Born est. 620 BC on the island of Lesbos. Ancient Greek Poet.
Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sappho
Link to Poem: https://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos07.htm
(The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O’Hara, 1910)


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.

Paulo Coelho

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!

Poetry Painting Project: Day 6

ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

So, without further ado, let’s get to today’s painting and poem, inspired by E. E. Cummings poem, but the other.

To read this poem, click here (or scroll down near the bottom of the page)


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Flowers of Reminding By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

FLUSHED AND TREMBLING

I’m flushed and trembling,
like a splayed young lover,
moved to the sun’s first glow of tears—
prisms of dew,
each of their grand multitude
a shining, eternal moment.

My skin is shorn.
My soul exposed,
I offer up to you like a
naked newborn
in the sun’s first glow of morn.

Will all your kisses
and tendernesses
frolic together
like children
forever?

Will they live evermore
in the ruddy reminiscence
of some drunken god or other?

The days with you!
And the nights, too!


OUR INSPIRATION

BUT THE OTHER
by E. E. Cummings

but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate      rain
fell        as it will

in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness

as if god’s flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold      i looked
up

and
thought to myself        death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch

the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly       the always

old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken

softly     at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding

Notes:

E. E. Cummings, 1894-1962. Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/e-e-cummings
Link to Poem: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/But_the_other


ABOUT THE POETRY PAINTING PROJECT

For the past couple of months I have been working on a huge new secret project with my painter, Addie Hirshten, of Studio Alchemy

We selected 30 poems (from the public domain) and each day for the next 30 days I will write a poem inspired by it, and Addie will paint a painting.

Expect an outpouring of creative energy! This is the sort of big project that artists live for … where we can say what we yearn to say.  Big picture stuff. Heart wrenching stuff. I feel so inspired by the poetry we are working with AND seeing Addie’s process as well. Expect daily surprises with our posts. Expect passion. Expect love. Expect life.

Check Out Addie’s Instagram Account: www.instagram.com/alchemy.of.art.addie.hirschten/

Check out Addie’s art studio — Studio Alchemy:
studioalchemy.art/

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Frida Kahlo

Every month or so, I’ll send a newsletter via e-mail to my subscribers. More often than not, it will contain a list of my new blog posts.  You may find something in it that interests you! Or more likely, you’ll be bored to tears and curse my very existence. In either case, you should sign up. You may unsubscribe at any time!