and getting aired out here for a limited time.
(Time's up.)
Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
1 month ago
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Andrew Marvell, "The Garden" 41-48
10 comments:
Oh, wow, it's amazing. What a perfect thing to read first thing in the morning...am off to savor the aftereffects, the lovely echoes of image and sound.
Thank you for sharing it with us!
Wonderful wonderful sounds! Inspiring! Thank you. (I'm trying to get back into poetry -- and this luscious wordmusic really helps.)
"chrismed with turmeric--"
!!!!!
mmmmmmmmmmm..... sensuous.
It's so lusciously visual / tactile.
Thank you.
The phrase Lisa picked out is the one that most arrested me, too.
Gorgeous. I've been teaching Donne and Browne the last few days, and reading them aloud with my students--and this holds its own with their best.
How beautiful! I want to commit it to memory. Isn't that a geeky medievalist's habit? I memorize poetry that I love, so it is always with me.
Sheesh. Thanks, all. Sometimes when something lives in such clenched pressure in my head for so long, I can't see how it moves in the real world. So your kind comments mean doubly much to me here.
And Flav--If only. But one can aspire.
It was beautiful while it lasted. And I look forward to reading it again, in another medium with another byline. Thank you for sharing it with us, RG.
tardy compliments: the last line is a gorgeous punch in the diaphragm. Paperwhite. Paperwhite...the last entire phrase in fact. the declaration is stunning.
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