Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
The voice..........Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,Saying that now you are not as you wereWhen you had changed from the one who was all tome,But as at first, when our day was fair.Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,Standing as when I drew near to the townWhere you would wait for me: yes, as I knew youthen,Even to the original air-blue gown!Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessnessTravelling across the wet mead to me here,You being ever dissolved to wan witlessness,Heard no more again far or near?Thus I; faltering forward,Leaves around me falling,Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,And the woman calling.Thomas HardyI thought this poem might be a match to your youngest drawing, Aleksandra :O)
One more,even lovelier; I think......Walt Whitman - Voices.NOW I make a leaf of Voices—for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place. O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices? Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow, As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe. All waits for the right voices; Where is the practis’d and perfect organ? Where is the develop’d Soul? For I see every word utter’d thence, has deeper, sweeter, new sounds, impossible on less terms. I see brains and lips closed—tympans and temples unstruck, Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering, forever ready, in all words.Bye,bye......:O)
the drawing reflects perfectly the mood of the words
Dear Aleksandra, thank you — this evening news boy hears your voice loud and clear.Laura, I’m glad it seems that way to you. And I hope the words reflect the mood of the drawing... as if each were spoken first.
Haunting dreams and haunting voices, i must say that sounds good to me, but i'm a bit strange i suppose. I love the drawing as well as the words. Reflecting perfectly each other.
Thanks, Momo Luna. If you’re a bit strange, then you’ve come to the right place. And it’s true: if the dreams and voices were gone, it would be a empty world indeed.
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