Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Starlings

I love this poem, especially the last stanzas. It instantly gave me a strong visual inspiration for the last painting assignment fror Wyanne's class - Paint Free.


Starlings in Winter
by Mary Oliver

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.

I am thinking now

of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots

trying to leave the ground,

I feel my heart

pumping hard. I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.

I want to be light and frolicsome.

I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,

as though I had wings.



 
Let your dreams take flight.....that's one of my goals for the upcoming year. To let go of fear of failure and believe in my dreams. Developing as an artist is something that fills me with fear and anticipation.....what will I be? Dream on, my friends and let your dreams empower you.
 

3 comments:

  1. The painting and poem are really beautiful and inspiring Lucy!

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  2. Thank you, Lucy, for this amazing inspiration...I adore the painting and have already saved the poem to print out and put up on my inspiration wall. You are the best. :)

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  3. That poem and the painting are just AMAZING Lucy!! WOW WOW WOW!! :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)

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