Some pages I've scanned in from my most recent sketch book. It is my mind; my thoughts, hopes, worries, flash backs and fast forwards. My grocery lists, homework reminders, drawings, songs, sadnesses and quirks. I got the book from the free bin at the library, pasted a picture I fancied on the cover, and painted off-white acrylic to the inner pages. It's a book of poems, Renascence and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
| O God, I cried, give me new birth, | |
| And put me back upon the earth! | |
| Upset each cloud’s gigantic gourd | |
| And let the heavy rain, down-poured | |
| In one big torrent, set me free, | 145 |
| Washing my grave away from me! |
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| The world stands out on either side | |
| No wider than the heart is wide; | |
| Above the world is stretched the sky,— | 205 |
| No higher than the soul is high. | |
| The heart can push the sea and land | |
| Farther away on either hand; | |
| The soul can split the sky in two, | |
| And let the face of God shine through. | 210 |
| But East and West will pinch the heart | |
| That can not keep them pushed apart; | |
| And he whose soul is flat—the sky | |
Will cave in on him by and by.
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| Close up of cover. |
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| A stressed day... |
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| gross sketches |
Don't worry, I read it all before painting over it and filling it with my frivolous worries.
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