(on Noguchi...)
Chisel and petal; blood hardened;
Volcanic blossom bronzed or severed.
No nail in notch: gravity. Sheets
Of snow or petrified ink. Rising
Sun jig-saw or impatient millstone,
I curve to you and search my
Wisdom, which eludes me. That's
The key, the mystery of mind
As stranger, averting eyes in
Bald humility, a smooth polish
To the forehead so similar to self
As to be unknown...
Chisel and petal; blood hardened;
Volcanic blossom bronzed or severed.
No nail in notch: gravity. Sheets
Of snow or petrified ink. Rising
Sun jig-saw or impatient millstone,
I curve to you and search my
Wisdom, which eludes me. That's
The key, the mystery of mind
As stranger, averting eyes in
Bald humility, a smooth polish
To the forehead so similar to self
As to be unknown...
Ooh, I didn't know Carol had a new one coming out. I'll have tpo read it. (And yes, you should read The Time Traveller's Wife!)
I got Chelsea Girl.
Really?! You've NEVER played Scrabble? Wow... You're missing out.
I ran a textile design club. Sort of a niche market, you could say.
Lovely poem.
Those plants were sacred to the Druids as herbs, healing herbs, although they were almost undoubtedly used in their rituals and things as well.