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,