Shifting Shadows

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter’s day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! it is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these!…

Language to the Poet

  A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. –W. H. Auden

Mere Color

  “For JP2” by Yoram Raanan “Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.” – Oscar Wilde