Saturday, May 16, 2009

Evening Pond

Evening Pond
36 x 30
Available at Loretta Goodwin Gallery

Here's one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver- enjoy.

In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.


Casey Klahn said...

Beautiful turquoise. Lovely poem - thanks for this post, Deborah.

Dale Sherman Blodget said...

thank you for a wonderful morning treat. Your beautiful painting accompanied by Oliver's poem.

Unknown said...

Lovely Sunday morning artwork and poem. Thanks!

pattrsnd said...

Beautiful painting...wonderful poem!

Deborah Paris said...

Thank you Casey- glad you like the color!

Glad you enjoyed it, Dale. Thanks for visiting!

Your welcome, Cindy!

Thanks, David!

Erin said...

Beautiful landscapes!

Jala Pfaff said...

Balance, color, and poem: all great.

Deborah Paris said...

Thanks Erin and Jala!

Steve sculpts critters said...

Any frogs in there?
Nice pond!