nice piece almost a song / psalm which brings back images - memories in mind of that little stone chapel up on the bluff above the Bay of St. Paul
a stone trail led up to it and me and Fay ( then Pauline) ( which it just struck me that she was in English named after Paul?)
used to go up and sit in that little chapel which the locals said was the place that Paul built and lived in when he was banished to Rhodes / Lindos. NOW ? here is what has become of that little stone chapel : http://www.martinandkaytravel.com/travel_diary/2003/rhodes/2003-11-08-rhodes/20031108_rhodes_5_03.jpg
it is now big and a destination for weddings... the original one that we went into in 1968-69\did NOT have a bell ...
will try to find the poem that I wrote in 1968 that I titled: The Bay of St. Paul
and pinning down
that imperceptible "movement" under my feet and in my mind IS what motivates (me) towards that next poem / painting....
here is that poem that I promised you.... hope that it adds something to what you posit:
The Bay of St. Paul
That I had come to ponder the sounds of water there is no doubt but found rather granite hills white waves the air filled with the sound of bees with blue sky clouds with thunder a deluge of rain the isle aflame St. Paul filled with the dance and blown sky
HECK ! it did NOT format correctly... will send you the pdf of the ms that it is in if interested.
Gorgeous! No other word will do, or is needed. At least from me. Thank you for the elation....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to be so lifted up and out of one's claybound tracks for this one trembling moment...
ReplyDeletenice piece almost a song / psalm
ReplyDeletewhich brings back images - memories
in mind of that little stone chapel up on
the bluff above the Bay of St. Paul
a stone trail led up to it and me and Fay ( then Pauline)
( which it just struck me that she was in English named after Paul?)
used to go up and sit in that little chapel which the locals
said was the place that Paul built and lived in when he was
banished to Rhodes / Lindos.
NOW ? here is what has become of that little stone
chapel :
http://www.martinandkaytravel.com/travel_diary/2003/rhodes/2003-11-08-rhodes/20031108_rhodes_5_03.jpg
it is now big and a destination for weddings...
the original one that we went into in 1968-69\did NOT have a bell ...
will try to find the poem that I wrote in 1968 that I titled:
The Bay of St. Paul
and pinning down
that imperceptible "movement" under my feet
and in my mind
IS what motivates (me) towards that next poem / painting....
cheers, Ed
here is that poem that I promised you.... hope that it adds something to what you posit:
ReplyDeleteThe Bay of St. Paul
That I had come to ponder the sounds of water there is no doubt
but found rather
granite hills white waves
the air filled with the sound of bees
with blue sky clouds with thunder
a deluge of rain the isle aflame
St. Paul filled with the dance and blown sky
HECK ! it did NOT format correctly...
will send you the pdf of the ms that it is in
if interested.
Thrown by this: the feel of some small precarious moment of beauty.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely.
Thanks, friends. I’m glad (perhaps "elated" would be a better word) this little offering received such a warm response!
ReplyDelete@Ed—thanks for the link; as for your incorrectly formatted little poem, you graciously sent me RATULA some time ago, so I know what it looks like.
Cheers to all of you.