Tag: Paul Claudel
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Autumn
She said her name is Autumn.My name is … Autumn.That’s how she said her name.She spoke in ellipses.What she left outwas her own mystery.She entered a roomas a thundering locomotivea little loco … or as much as me very probably.Anyhow, she rescued summer’s sizzling enda cool breeze through colorful leaves.Under a full green fall moonrising…
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And as Color is but the Particular Tribute that All Things Pay to Universal Light
Knowledge of anything being just an insighttones juxtapose, lines joinimmediate whole simultaneousimplicit harmony revealing beautyexpress hills, pine trees, a pond, sun drifting through;adopting perspectives of all the endless complexitypure ideas form movementopen your home to the windsretreat to the perfect nook of a peaceful valleyall we need for our well-beingto lengthen or shorten our vision…
Artie & Stu 