Saturday, August 15, 2009

And then again...

...there are times when we seem to reach through what is solid, and joy descends, unlooked for and unearned, a gift.

...It is there, being imperfect, and with these things
And erudite in happiness, with nothing learned,
That we are joyously ourselves and we think

Without the labor of thought, in that element,
And we feel, in a way, for a moment, as if 
There was a bright scienza outside ourselves,

A gaiety that is being, not merely knowing,
The will to be and to be total in belief,
Provoking a laughter, an agreement, by surprise.

     - Of Bright & Blue Birds & The Gala Sun, Wallace Stevens

8 comments:

Caio Fernandes said...

...............................................................................lets just the moment show the truth while we live it with the "paladar "................................................................................

Rohzi E. said...

Poetry awakens some part of me that only IT can do and nothing else.

Tom said...

to be wrapped up in all that...rapture

lida motamed said...

hi .. thanx for your comment .. i love your wrap draw too .. its nice and so artistic

mum said...

I'll have to look up the Wallace Stevens, the excerpt is pretty wonderful.

bindu said...

Lovely excerpt!

Jasmine said...

Lovely sentiment. Gaiety indeed to have a mind without the weight of deep troublesome thoughts...

Wallace Stevens is a new name to me. Thanks for sharing :)

aleph said...

those two posts really moved me. All of a sudden I felt that my minotaurs and wolf-men could be brought into the light of your words. Thanks! Your´re a fantastic woman & artist.