“A Galaxy Far, Far Away” — Abstract Art On A Cedar Plank by kenne
I have envied the four-moon planet.
— The Notebooks of Robert Frost
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A Galaxy Far, Far Away 1 comment
Some Flowers For Your Day Leave a comment
Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Flower Gathering
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.
— Robert Frost
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October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne
OCTOBER
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
— Robert Frost
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Nothing Gold Can Stay 1 comment
Golden Columbine — Image by kenne
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
Sunset — Image by kenne
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Tree Stump 1 comment
Tree Stump On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
— Robert Frost
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Photo Artistry Leave a comment
Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Photo Artistry by kenne
Butterflies . . .
flowers that fly
and all but sing.
— Robert Frost
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Yellow-eyed Junco 2 comments
Yellow-eyed Junco — Image by kenne
A Minor Bird by Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
— Robert Frost
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Windswept Grasslands in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Taking inspiration from the likes of Lewis Carroll, Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg.
Branches reach into the dark sky
over windswept grasslands,
directing our eyes and ears
to the relationship between
the living and the dead.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Panorama after Monsoon Rains, #2 Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon Panorama after Monsoon Rains, #2 (August 9, 2016) Image by kenne
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars – on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
— from Desert Places by Robert Frost
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Life: It Goes On 1 comment
Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower (August 5, 2016)– Image by kenne
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
— Robert Frost
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“counter–love, original response” Leave a comment
“Live Covering Death” — Image by kenne
Now that I have more time to search for a source of inspiration larger than or outside of myself, I desire to generate creative expression my combining poetry and visual art. It is not always easy to tease out the imagination in words or a visual image, but when combined one may be able to create analogous worlds. Edward Hirsch, in Transforming Vision stated that this process is similar to what Robert Frost called “counter-love, original response.”
The Most of It
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree–hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder–broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter–love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
— Robert Frost
PS: I find inspiration in visual images, whether my own or that of others, from which I try to blend visual and verbal eloquence. One of the best examples of inspiration from visual art is Wallace Stevens “Man with the Blue Guitar” on Pablo Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist.”
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Giant Mesquite Bug — Image by kenne
This Giant Mesquite Bug is not on its favorite plant, which is Velvet Mesquite trees — maybe she’s confused!
“I’m not confused, I’m just well mixed.”
— Robert Frost
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Nothing Gold Can Stay 5 comments
“Nothing Gold Can Stay” — Image by kenne
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
– Robert Frost
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Capturing The Moment Bordered Patch Butterfly Leave a comment
Bordered Patch Butterfly (October 11, 2014) Images by kenne
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
— Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”
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“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day” 2 comments
Mountain Marigold
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
— Robert Frost
“Happy Bees” — Images by kenne
