Five Branch Tree





  • All loves and dreams and sounds and gleams of night
    ......Made it all music that such minstrels may,
    And all they had they gave it of delight;
    ......But in the full face of the fire of day
    What place shall be for any starry light,
    ......What part of heaven in all the wide sun's way? 
    Yet the soul woke not, sleeping by the way,
     .....Watched as a nursling of the large-eyed night,
    And sought no strength nor knowledge of the day,
    ......Nor closer touch conclusive of delight,
    Nor mightier joy nor truer than dreamers may,
    ......Nor more of song than they, nor more of light. 
    For who sleeps once and sees the secret light
    .....Whereby sleep shows the soul a fairer way
    Between the rise and rest of day and night,
    ......Shall care no more to fare as all men may,
    But be his place of pain or of delight,
    ......There shall he dwell, beholding night as day. 
    --from 'Sestina'; Algernon Charles Swinburne








  • [ Landscape at Dusk ; Vincent van Gogh (1885) ]......










  • One evening when we were lounging in his apartment in a relaxed mood, sniffing a little ether, Charles Baudelaire said to me: ?You know, everybody has seen rain falling?most people have, at one time or another, actually noticed it.?

    I agreed with a chuckle. He continued: ?You know, I think we can be fairly confident that it has been raining, on and off, for a very long time!?

    Having said this, he collapsed on the chaise-lounge, in a veritable paroxysme; but as always, there was a tinge, a definite tinge of bitterness in his merriment.

    ?It would be absurd to imagine,? he said, ?that rain could ever have behaved in any way different from that which we observe today??

    After a moment?s crystalline silence our conversation drifted to other topics? the day?s gossip, the inexhaustible genius of Edgar Poe. But when we stood on the fire escape, taking leave, he gazed over my left shoulder into some indefinable distance or abyss and said, almost dreamily: ?It is forever washing the substance of the land into the sea.?

                -- Rain ; Anselm Hollo









  • Air, to Dream In
    --Anselm Hollo 
    Leave it, leave it  
    ..........behind the dark
    ..........window the owls
    ..........calling out to each other
    ..........my voice to you
    ....................................only heard
    ..........there in the dark
    ..........treetops of the sea 
    ...............red the moon rose
    ...............cooled off shrunk
    ...............to a coin in the blue 
    alone....it is if it is
    a poem for you









  • The Great Tree ; Leonard Baskin (1962)].......