Παρασκευή, 14 Μαΐου 2010

Paul Nash


"Eclipse of the sunflower", 1945


Ah sunflower

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;


Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!




William Blake 
 
 
 

"Death, about which we are all thinking, death, I believe
is the only solution to this problem of how to be able to fly"

--Paul Nash, Aerial Flowers, 1945

Ακούγοντας Patti Smith - In my blakean year (ode to William Blake)