August 16, 2011

The Man Watching (I)

Wheat Fields in a Storm, by Vincent van Gogh

How small is what we wrestle with,
and what wrestles with us, how immense.

If we could overcome, as things are,
in a great storm,
we would grow vast and need no names.

The Book of Images

2 comments:

  1. The length and breadth he manages in 33 words!

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  2. yes ruth. i feel like a conceptual dancer inside a black panythose body understanding the tensions in these few words.

    xo
    erin

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!