"Fog" by Carl Sandburg

"Fog" by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Budapeste

(Post pré-programado para publicação a 19 de Agosto)

Weather paintings - 2

"Monotone"
by Carl Sandburg

The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.

The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.

A face I know is beautiful -
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.

Found Here

Weather paintings - 1

"Autumn Movement"

by Carl Sandburg (1918) 

I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one
lasts.

                                                                          Found Here

Nature is transient because it is alive. Therefore, the sadness of Sandburg's poem soon gives way to the celebration of life. The incorporation of Lavoisier's Law into the poem takes the colour of the cornflower to the scarf of "the copper sunburned woman", painting the images with a palette of warm colours.The whiteness at the end announces winter but the process is never interrupted; it just goes from one stage to the other, perpetuating the nature's cycle.                                                                      

Summer days, summer nights, summer stars

Quanto mais o tempo passa, mais aprecio as noites de Verão e o céu que as acompanha.

Costumo associar a poesia à imagem, mas hoje inclino-me para uma experiência mais englobante.

Apetece-me abrir os olhos, fechar os olhos e sentir o som da noite, na suave aragem que finalmente por aqui passa. Carl Sandburg e Emily Dickinson podem ter esse efeito.

To see the Summer Sky

Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --

True Poems flee --

To see the Summer Sky

by Emily Dickinson

Encontrado aqui  

   

                                                                                                  

BEND low again, night of summer stars.

So near you are, sky of summer stars,

So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,

Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,         

So near you are, summer stars,

So near, strumming, strumming,

So lazy and hum-strumming.

Summer Stars
by Carl Sandburg

                                                        Vincent van Gogh,

The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, 1888

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