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Showing posts with label Apples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Apples. Show all posts
Friday, December 14, 2018
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Friday, November 15, 2013
Robert Graves' "Apple Island"
APPLE ISLAND
Though cruel seas like mountains fill the bay,
Wrecking quayside huts,
Salting our vineyards with tall showers of spray;
And though the moon shines dangerously clear,
Fixed in another cycle
Than the sun’s progress round the felloe’d year;
And though I may not hope to dwell apart
With you on Apple Island
Unless my beat be docile to the dart —
Why should I fear your element, the sea,
Or the full moon, your mirror,
Or the halved Apple from your holy tree?
— Robert Graves
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Vercingetorix: Two Views
Monday, October 21, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Autumnal Spirit: Bovine
Mask: Bovine For The Labyrinth --
Sculpture mix; celadon, denim, and transparent brown glazing, layered; copper wire.
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