I have been seeking inspiration for art work lately and I heard an unlikely individual* recite one of her poems the other day, which encouraged me to start reading through her works on Bartleby.com. I found some of these old favorites and wanted to share them with you...
This ones speaks to me of renewal, through realization of a stagnant and hard-heart.
I would love to paint from
| AS far from pity as complaint, | |
| As cool to speech as stone, | |
| As numb to revelation | |
| As if my trade were bone. | |
| As far from time as history, | 5 |
| As near yourself to-day | |
| As children to the rainbow’s scarf, | |
| Or sunset’s yellow play | |
| To eyelids in the sepulchre. | |
| How still the dancer lies, | 10 |
| While color’s revelations break, | |
| And blaze the butterflies! |
Here is one quite different from the last, giving hope for continued service...
| IF I can stop one heart from breaking, | |
| I shall not live in vain; | |
| If I can ease one life the aching, | |
| Or cool one pain, | |
| Or help one fainting robin | 5 |
| Unto his nest again, | |
| I shall not live in vain. |
I think this one is an all time favorite... I want to make a necklace full of blue crystals, yellow glass beads, white pearls, and little silver beads based on this... Love, toil, hope, and the choices we all make in our service and dedication.
| I HAD no time to hate, because | |
| The grave would hinder me, | |
| And life was not so ample I | |
| Could finish enmity. | |
| Nor had I time to love; but since | 5 |
| Some industry must be, | |
| The little toil of love, I thought, | |
| Was large enough for me. |
That is all for now, I hope these lines inspired you as they did me! I am going to follow up on these and include pictures of what they created! Until then, may God bless you more richly than we could ever dream!
(* the man reciting was Stephen Colbert...)
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