The Night Dances A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps and spirals— Surely they travel The world forever, I shall not entirely Sit emptied of beauties, the gift Of your small breath, the drenched grass Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies. Their […]
Rossetti wrote this poem based on his drawing of Medusa: Aspecta Medusa (for a Drawing) Andromeda, by Perseus sav’d and wed, Hanker’d each day to see the Gorgon’s head: Till o’er a fount he held it, bade her lean, And mirror’d in the wave was safely seen That death she liv’d by. Let not thine […]
from Notes on My Father The old man moved into his night a boat all lights on the evening harbor. The island was in small spring, The sun came out suddenly struck the tiles and disappeared again. What could the old man know now of spring? He spelled it out like a child the ABCs […]
Today’s poem (selected at random) connects perfectly with today’s draw. Be softer with you. You are a breathing thing. A memory to someone. A home to a life. ~Nayyirah Waheed
Today’s poem is an evocative meditation on beauty. I hope it brings some beauty to your day as well. She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that […]
