O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
This poem is in the public domain.
Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends.
ElleaimeNY's Blog is the result of the homework Laurence Neron-Bancel does to schedule her visits in cities around the world and during international artfairs, get inspiration for her collages; keep records of artists; an incomplete and arbitrary guide of events in and around Westchester, New York and elsewhere. It is less public than facebook and used as tool for LMCollage and LM Studio, the New artist's residency program just recently launched in Hyeres France If there's an event you'd like considered for inclusion, send your announcement to Laurenceneronbancel@gmail.com
There is no such thing as good painting about nothing.+ I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.Mark ROTHKO