The Sheaves A Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson www.poetrynook.com Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned; And as by some vast magic undivined The world was turning slowly into gold. Like nothing that was ever bought or sold It waited there, the body and the mind; And with a mighty meaning of a kind That tells the more the more it is not told. So in a land where all days are not fair, Fair days went on till on another day A thousand golden sheaves were lying there, Shining and still, but not for long to stay— As if a thousand girls with golden hair Might rise from where they slept and go away. farmingseasonschangemelancholy
Phenomenal: California Light, Space, Surface A Book by Robin Clark www.goodreads.com Phenomenal: An IntroductionPhenomenal: Exhibited WorksStealth Architecture: The Rooms of Light and Space Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One SeesRobert Irwin: A Conditional ArtThe Finish Fetish Artists art
Phenomenal: An Introduction An Essay Aesthetic palate cleansingUntitled (Light Canvas)Little Blank Riding HoodNot intended to be read until you have seenA vaporous middle-world+5 More
Phenomenal: Exhibited Works A Gallery Untitled (Light Canvas)EindhovenStuck RedZero MassLittle Blank Riding Hood+4 More
Stealth Architecture: The Rooms of Light and Space An Essay by Michael Auping To absorb it or build your ownA stealth architectThe measuring unit of all spaceThe walls are reserved for the sunA little too something+1 More