Saturday, January 16, 2010

The great artist takes what he needs.

There can be a solid argument made that the moon as viewed on Tasmania's north west coast is ideal for a zoomed photograph. I can almost see the cheese! I took this one in a paddock next to some Hereford cows one morning last week.

While away, I will admit to enjoying the process of finding poems that I like and sharing them with you. Thus, my new series: Saturday Festival of *someone else's* Poetry! Today, an oldie but a goodie...
The Crazed Moon, by W.B. Yeats

CRAZED through much child-bearing
The moon is staggering in the sky;
Moon-struck by the despairing
Glances of her wandering eye
We grope, and grope in vain,
For children born of her pain.
Children dazed or dead!
When she in all her virginal pride
First trod on the mountain's head
What stir ran through the countryside
Where every foot obeyed her glance!
What manhood led the dance!
Fly-catchers of the moon,
Our hands are blenched, our fingers seem
But slender needles of bone;
Blenched by that malicious dream
They are spread wide that each
May rend what comes in reach.


Louis la Vache said...

Good one, Kris!
Fantastic image!

Books and an espresso cup... said...

Hi! Kris,
Nice photograph...amazing!
Nice poem by Keats...and
When I was a small child I looked upon the moon as our Creator's eye.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Books and an espresso cup... said...

Oops! by W.B. Yeats...not Keats

jean-yves said...

la lune, la terre les elements appartiennent a tous !
regardons les
apprecions les !

Babzy said...

awesome shot !!

Kris said...

Louis, we agree then!

Kris said...

DeeDee, I thought that it looked like a big golf ball as a kid.

Kris said...

DeeDee, Keats, Yeats, KY!

Kris said...

Jean-Yves, trois à la vôtre!

Kris said...

Babzy, indeed.