Saturday, March 12, 2016

Canvas 645



Canvas 645

March 12, 2016


There were characters in my childhood countryside, Ellis Island gods they were, as yet unblended and untamed, escaped from slaughter and apt to sing, at dusk easily taken for rugged muscat vines, haunted, gentle, and insane, troubled saints and strange, and in their presence I was claimed, and later named, “He Who Remembers Them and Who Yet Embraces Change.”



2 comments:

JFM said...

Beautifully written and with a wonderful sketch, William...very touching~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....