Art thou pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and ever changing, like a joyless eye that finds no object worth it's constancy? Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, that gazes on thee til in thee it pities. . . -Shelley (To The Moon)
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Invited or Not, please come in. . . . . .
If you are my neighbour, I invite you in today, to look at some pictures by Magritte (top to bottom) Die Grosse Famille, La Folie Almayer, Le Coup, Homesickness, and Cloud:
To the poem in the previous post, called Bridget's Fire, you can let yourself in, welcome.
- ▼ 2010 (14)