A Year with Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke It seems appropriate that we, Ruth and Lorenzo , feel both sadness and joy as we close out this year of Rilke readi...

bee with pollen photo by Ruth Somewhere the flower of farewell is blooming. Endlessly it yields its pollen, which we breathe. Even in the...

The Artist at the Window by Paul Klee Come, you last thing. I recognize you, unholy agony in the body's weave. Just as I burned in my...

Rose photo, by Ruth Rose, oh pure paradox, desire to be no one's sleep beneath the many eyelids of your petals. Uncollected Poems (...

Water Wheels of Mill at Gennep by Vincent van Gogh You are a wheel at which I stand, whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up, revolve me ...

Man Writing Facing Left by Vincent van Gogh My only advice for you is this. Go within yourself and probe the depths from which your life sp...

Reflections in the Water by Paul Cézanne Only he who lifts his lyre in the Underworld as well may come back to praising, endlessly. O...