The Plot Against the Giant

Couldn’t find the name of the painter… sorry! Here is a very weird poem, and one very uncharacteristic of him, by the great American poet  Wallace Stevens: The Plot Against the Giant First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out of geraniums and

As Gregor Samsa awoke,

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.”  Franz Kafka,   The Metamorphosis   <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/transmogrify/”>Transmogrify</a&gt;

Stand still, stare hard

Wooden Bridge In The Autumn Forest by Odon Czintos   Here is the 7th  and final stanza of a poem by May Swenson: “October” 7   Now and then, a red leaf riding the slow flow of gray water. From the bridge, see far into the woods, now that limbs are bare, ground thick-littered. See,

One Banned Book

This passage is from The Academy of American Poets: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetrys-place-history-banned-books A Light in the Attic, Shel Silverstein Known for his whimsical illustrations and verses about mischievous children, transformed adults, and strange monsters and beasts, Shel Silverstein published his second poetry collection, A Light in the Attic, in 1981. The book spent 182 weeks on The

Desire Transformation

“Apollo and Daphne”   painting by Antonio del Pollaiolo   Here is a sonnet by Rainer Maria Rilke:   Desire transformation. O be aroused by the flame wherein the one thing that eludes you in change shines forth; every designing mind which has mastered the earthly loves in the figure’s swing nothing more than the turning

Smudge of tiny prints

Joanna Wirazka,  prints “He saw the kind of beauty yellow flowers have growing over a carpet of dead leaves. The beauty of cracks forming a mosaic in a dry riverbed, of emerald-green algae at the base of a seawall, of a broken shard from a blue bottle. The beauty of a window smudged with tiny

Sure on this Shining Night

  a poem by James Agee:   Sure On This Shining Night Sure on this shining night Of star made shadows round, Kindness must watch for me This side the ground. The late year lies down the north. All is healed, all is health. High summer holds the earth. Hearts all whole. Sure on this

An Ancient Gesture

  This is the only depiction I could find of a woman wiping her tears with her apron. I find that amazing. Here’s a poem about it by Edna Saint Vincent Millay: An Ancient Gesture   I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more

Waiting for a Rebirth of Wonder

In the USA, as we approach the most frightening national election in my memory, I find this poem by the Beat Poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti to be appropriate: I Am Waiting               by Lawrence Ferlinghetti   I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am

One Faithfulness More

    Here’s a poem by D.H.Lawrence: Trust Oh we’ve got to trust one another again in some essentials. Not the narrow little bargaining trust that says: I’m for you if you’ll be for me. – But a bigger trust, a trust of the sun that does not bother about moth and rust, and we