Monday, November 28, 2011

Amelie Rives, Princess Troubetzkoy, 1904
Pierre Troubetzkoy
(Printed by Alvin Langdon Coburn)

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Sound of the Light

I hear sheep running on the path of broken limestone
through brown curled leaves fallen early from walnut limbs
at the end of a summer how light the bony
flutter of their passage I can
hear their coughing their calling and wheezing even the warm
greased wool rubbing on the worn walls I hear them
passing passing in the hollow lane and there is still time

the shuffle of black shoes of women climbing
stone ledges to church keeps flowing up the dazzling hill
around the grassy rustle of voices
on the far side of a slatted shutter
and the small waves go on whispering on the shingle
in the heat of an hour without wind it is Sunday
none of the sentences begins or ends there is time

again the unbroken rumble of trucks and the hiss
of brakes roll upward out of the avenue
I forget what season they are exploding through
what year the drill on the sidewalk is smashing
it is the year in which you are sitting there as you are
in the morning speaking to me and I hear
you through the burning day and I touch you
to be sure and there is time there is still time

W.S. Merwin

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Tilly Losch, ca. 1925
Trude Fleischmann

Friday, November 11, 2011

Orange Sweater, 1955
Elmer Bischoff