new portraits

Kate Rusby & Kathryn Roberts "Hunting the Hare"

so I saw kathryn Roberts play back in 2000 in Oxford NY.  It was really good.

Landslide

3 western etchings

autumn poem

 

Mnemosyne  by Trumbull Stickney

It’s autumn in the country I remember.

How warm a wind blew here about the ways!

And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.

It’s cold abroad the country I remember.

The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain

At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain.

It’s empty down the country I remember.

I had a sister lovely in my sight:

Her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre;
We sang together in the woods at night.

It’s lonely in the country I remember.

The babble of our children fills my ears,

And on our hearth I stare the perished ember
To flames that show all starry thro’ my tears.

It’s dark about the country I remember.

There are the mountains where I lived. The path

Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber,
The stumps are twisted by the tempests’ wrath.

But that I knew these places are my own,

I’d ask how came such wretchedness to cumber
The earth, and I to people it alone.