...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
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...............................................................................lets just the moment show the truth while we live it with the "paladar "................................................................................
Poetry awakens some part of me that only IT can do and nothing else.
to be wrapped up in all that...rapture
hi .. thanx for your comment .. i love your wrap draw too .. its nice and so artistic
I'll have to look up the Wallace Stevens, the excerpt is pretty wonderful.
Lovely excerpt!
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 :)
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.
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