i go to this window
just as day dissolves
when it is twilight (and
looking up in fear
i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)
making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always
But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
- and all about
herself
the sprouting largest final air
plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams.
To me, this poem represents lost love. I relate to the fragmented, yet heartfelt words contained in this poetry. My soul and heart have never quite felt the same after losing a precious loved one.
This painting depicts a woman looking out her window "catching" falling stars and allowing them to break. What once was beautiful, is no more. I added layer after layer of glaze to my acrylic paint to the stars and drops of "tears" falling from the words of E.E. Cummings.
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