“Highway”

“Highway” by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

A despondent highway is stretched,

its eyes set on the far horizon

On the cold dirt of its bosom,

its grayish beauty spread

As if some saddened woman

in her lonely abode, lost in thought.

In contemplation of union with her Beloved

every pore sore, limbs limp with exhaustion.

Aging

“The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old
as you are.”  ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by
W.S. Merwin

Art is Contemplation

“Art is contemplation.  It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into

nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.”

– Auguste Rodin