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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Once, Your Other Darkness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for two paintings, one by Caravaggio, <br>'The Conversion of St. Paul, '<br>the other by William Hawkins, 'Horse'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I once, your other darkness, quoted Hopkins to you, <br>of seasons of dryness in the bitter pitch midst<br>his discovery, 'What I do is me, for that I came, '<br>not a text for self worship but, rather, an assent<br>to keep world woe intimate, felt in that greater<br>scape - inner - making poems from orphan woe, from <br>furtive grace which eludes then storms, in bleakest <br>place sudden parses in the greener green, <br>newly, of things while pleading still, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Lord, send my roots rain.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>In the shorter light, the extended <br>night, of cold and star-bright questions, <br>may you cast clumsy net forward into <br>what it all might mean to fretted you, <br>to me, stretched canvas, though I will <br>not thrust these words upon your paint <br>or pen but make offering for your own <br>work to feed us through the eyes; <br>perhaps time to remount the horse <br>and soldier on, or to fall again, gain <br>Damascus perspective, from one's <br>back watch vision distort massive <br>horse into a God receding into necessary <br>darkness foregoing image, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">see what may form in the spreading dirt, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">what resurrection there is in the smell of paint.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Caravaggio, (1571 – 1610) , Italian painter, <br>'in painting not equal to a painter, but to Nature itself'<br>- from his epitaph</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">William Hawkins, (1895-1990) , self-taught American artist<br>'His dynamic, artistic style was forged from his optimistic, <br>hard-charging, 'survivor' mindset.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a></strong></div>

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