Unique work, acrylic text on 3 oak panels
40 x 32 cms
Through Anglo-Saxon verse we ascend to the source of the English language
where words are rooted in things and full of meaning - perhaps more fully meant.
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poem I
A wood some trees
As well as these
A well a wood
As well they would
The wood as well
As the trees
poem II
On the brow of a clough
Sits a chough on a bough
Three brothers in the rough
Take turns at the plough
A boat on the lough
Is lost in a trough
And the sough of the wind
Is more than, more than enough
poem III
The wild wind wanders
Round the cold wintry wood
Wondering whether
It would waken the weather
Winding its windy fingers
Round an old wold world
poem IV
The field leaves its yield
To the breeze in the trees
And the hedge at the edge
Yields to the leaves
In the heart of that hedge
By the edge of the wood
A fledgling sings, concealed
As a herd in the field
Lifts its head
To a bird on the wing
That heard nothing
But could see everything
Post je objavljen 03.04.2008. u 00:09 sati.