Poetry Painting Project: Day 22

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 Li Po’s poem, A Poem Of Changgan.

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

I Will Come And Meet You And Never Mind The Distance
By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

DEAR AND FAR

Dear and far,
far have you flown,
flown to the East,
East and to the sea.

The train head bellowed not once in the night,
so mourned it of your absence.

Now stretched so thin are you and I,
phantoms disarranged on either side
of hazy vales of miles immeasured.

And yet how deep our hearts have grown
roots into the Earth,
golden boughs into the sky.
Love never have I known,
but for your arms in mine,
sweetly in my dreams entwined.

I starve for your ripeness,
the winepress of your lips
and the stories from them told
that fill my soul as bread and water
to a dying man, days alone
on the scorched desert sand,
torn savagely from his home.

Not by some trick of conjuring,
do I force you into fullness,
to taste your wine of unsated need.

By need do you flower–
fleshly petals, red-lipped stigma,
tongue of nectar.
Tend to my longing!
For gold is as only copper
if not for your closeness.

You and I,
and the fountain of our delightful alchemy.
You: god-born naiad of Mount Helicon, come home
bearing August’s gladiolus.
I: shepherd to your flock
of antinomian desires.

Send me a message home ahead!
And I will come and meet you
and will never mind the distance.


OUR INSPIRATION

A POEM OF CHANGGAN
by Li Po

My hair had hardly covered my forehead.
I was picking flowers, playing by my door,
When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse,
Came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.
We lived near together on a lane in Ch’ang-kan,
Both of us young and happy-hearted.


…At fourteen I became your wife,
So bashful that I dared not smile,
And I lowered my head toward a dark corner
And would not turn to your thousand calls;
But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed,
Learning that no dust could ever seal our love,
That even unto death I would await you by my post
And would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching.


…Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey
Through the Gorges of Ch’u-t’ang, of rock and whirling water.
And then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear,
And I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky.
Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go,
Were hidden, every one of them, under green moss,
Hidden under moss too deep to sweep away.
And the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.
And now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterflies
Hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses
And, because of all this, my heart is breaking
And I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade.


…Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts,
Send me a message home ahead!
And I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance,
All the way to Chang-feng Sha.


Notes:
Li Po, 701-762. Born in Suyab of ancient Chinese Central Asia (present-day Kyrgyzstan)
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/li-po
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56596/a-poem-of-changgan


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/

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.

Albert Camus

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 21

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 Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem, Sonnet IV.

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

In My Heart There Stirs By Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

A COLD WINTER DAY

On a cold winter day,
an old man sat on a park bench tottering,
nodding between clots of madness and enlightenment,
and knitted a silhouette
from a patchwork of dreams, threadbare trances,
and wisps of moth-eaten memories—
and his heart walked into it.

Around his feet a host of sparrows
danced a soot brown feather hop
and flitted higgledy-piggledy between
the breadcrumbs he tossed
like playground balls
from one squawking beak
to the next.

They saw his heart hanging heavy in the sky
and cried, “Share your secrets, Uncommon Heart!”

He was born again that day.
After all those years these words were still sung.

What did he think he was?
A gutted fish?
What cruel fisherman ripped
the bowels of his years
out of him?

But no!

There’s no Truth in Death—
Despite the bitter authority of its decree.
His heart remains,
molting its sublunar shell—
Sun-bound, hung from the clouds—
for Love’s sake its secrets tell
of a glad and glorious coming home.


OUR INSPIRATION

SONNET IV
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


Notes:
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892-1950. Born in Rockland, Maine.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edna-st-vincent-millay
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46557/what-lips-my-lips-have-kissed-and-where-and-why


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 world is but a canvas to the imagination.

Henry David Thoreau

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 20

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 Shakespeare’s play, Romeo and Juliet (Act II, Scene II: Capulet’s Orchard).

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Romeo And Juliet by Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

LOVE’S SHRINE

‘Neath a bone black sky, flecked with stars,
by mindful moon I’m only seen,
I hide behind an orchard’s veil,
among the flowering fruit trees.
You I see, a silhouette so fair,
in a yellow casement window,
opened to the midnight air.
Would I expose my wounds to you?
Frailties none to whom I’ve shared?
Or better in the ether roam,
alone in Night’s ocean foam?
In my heart long suffering,
and in my thoughts imagining,
are votive candles—

your soul and mine
that burn forever in Love’s shrine.


OUR INSPIRATION

ROMEO AND JULIET
(from Act II, Scene II: Capulet’s Orchard)
by William Shakespeare

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!


Notes:
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616. Born in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-shakespeare
Link to Monologue: http://www.monologuearchive.com/s/shakespeare_068.html


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/

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.

Brené Brown

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 19

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 John Donne’s Meditation XVII (from Devotions upon Emergent Occasions).

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

No Man Is An Island by Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

WHEN WE QUIT THIS SHIVERY NEST

When we quit this shivery nest
where once we huddled under dark
and our souls again are born
hanging stars—

I hope to know you still
as now you are and smile,
and by you known across the lone
midnight mile.


OUR INSPIRATION

from MEDITATION XVII
(from Devotions upon Emergent Occasions)
by John Donne

No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.


Notes:
John Donne, 1572–1631. Born in London, England.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-donne
Link to Poem: https://web.cs.dal.ca/~johnston/poetry/island.html
See Also:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devotions_upon_Emergent_Occasions
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Meditation_XVII

“Perchance, he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.”


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/

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing wings on the way down.

Kurt Vonnegut

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 18

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 Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem, Love’s Philosophy.

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

The Fountain by Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

WHY SHOULD I NOT SING?

And why should I not sing
my god’s praises?
For I have made him
with these two hands,
with chisel and mallet,
from the marble of imagination
to give me reason to suffer and live.

And why should I not listen
to his oracle,
to his words on the wind,
to his insoluble riddles?
For he has given me a voice,
sometimes sick and hoarse,
sometimes rich and roaring,
and quill and ink with which to write,
and I have penned a woman,
most perfect from my dreams,
and she has come alive.


OUR INSPIRATION

LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
   And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
   With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
   All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
   Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
   And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
   If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
   If thou kiss not me?


Notes:

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792–1822. Born near Horsham, Sussex, England. English Romanticism.
Link to Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/percy-bysshe-shelley
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50262/loves-philosophy


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/

Great things are not done by impulse, but a series of small things brought together.

Vincent Van Gogh

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 17

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 poetry from Ovid’s, The Metamorphoses (Book XV)

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Flowing Onward by Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

LIFE IS A SHADOW

If life is a shadow of the infinite,
and to sleep is to dream,
then a dream is a shadow’s shadow.

Much is revealed of a thing in shadows.

The past is an empty banquet hall.
Our memories echoes that recede.
Are you happy with the notes you struck?
Did you pluck the present
like an apple of purest gold,
inscribed with the words,
“For your truest self,”
and heed its message?

You must have once had eyes
to see without them,
and ears like a frightened fox
to mute the world’s hue and cry.

You must be what you are before
what you’re not you may become.

OUR INSPIRATION

from THE METAMORPHOSES (BOOK XV)
by Ovid (trans. Henry T. Riley)

All things are flowing onward,
and every shape is assumed in a fleeting course.
Even time itself glides on with a constant progress,
no otherwise than a river.

For neither can the river,
nor the fleeting hour stop in its course;
but, as wave is impelled by wave,
and the one before is pressed on by that which follows,
and itself presses on that before it;
so do the moments similarly fly on,
and similarly do they follow,
and they are ever renewed.

For the moment which was before, is past;
and that which was not, now exists;
and every minute is replaced.


Notes:
Ovid, 43 BCE-17 or 18. Born in Sulmo, Italy, Roman Republic.
Link Biography: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ovid
Link to Poem: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/26073/26073-h/Met_XII-XV.html#bookXV_fableII


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/

To avoid criticism say nothing, do nothing, be nothing.

Aristotle

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Poetry Painting Project: Day 16

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 Robert Frost’s poem, Mending Wall.

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


ADDIE’S PAINTING

Light Shines Through The Wall by Addie Hirschten

MY POEM

THE HEALER

The bird was shot through
by a huntress—
her mouth a cavern,
her teeth stalactites,
and from its yawning depths
was heard the long echo
of a thunderclap.

The bird’s neck was twisted,
and the nares of its yellow, brittle beak
were plugged with dried blood.

It glassy eyes stared upward
from its ossuary of wild grass
into the summer sky that was once its home.

A healer knelt before the corpse.
He was twice-born.
He no longer worshiped death,
having died a child
to be born a man.

“I will cry for you,” he whispered,
and the bird’s neck craned,
the beak opened to drink
his life-giving tears.

How can one not love
that which must die
when one shares with all life
the common bond of mortality?

The bird gazed into the healer’s eyes and said:

“Now I am forever always,
as must be the wind through which I soar.”

But in its seeing eyes
was a mote of disbelief,
as if it didn’t quite believe it was now alive,
and that perhaps it was all a dream.

Any yet it flew,
and flew—
into the sky,
blue without a cloud,
it flew.


OUR INSPIRATION

MENDING WALL
by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’


Notes:
Robert Frost, 1874-1963. Born in San Francisco, California.
Link Biography: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-frost
Link to Poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44266/mending-wall


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 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

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!