from a poem by Robert Bly, titled, Looking At Some Flowers:
"Light is around the petals, and behind them:
Some petals are living on the other side of the light."
{the rest of the poem here}
"Colours always stain the page; clouds pass over it. And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."
~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves
To get to the point in the poem where it's only your voice speaking - light is around the words, and behind them, clouds pass over the page, some words on the other side of light.
Have you read Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge yet? (Her book I Love Artists is one I greatly admire).
From "Forms of Politeness":
"Her persistent observation, even after the frost, is of each leaf coinciding with its luminousness"
I've run out of time this morning.....but do wish you all calm things.....
From "Forms of Politeness":
"Her persistent observation, even after the frost, is of each leaf coinciding with its luminousness"
I've run out of time this morning.....but do wish you all calm things.....

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