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
The Art of Looking Sideways A Book by Alan Fletcher www.alanfletcherarchive.com Cover art for Alan Fletcher's wonderfully expansive commonplace book. Thinking is drawing in your headThe picket fenceThe chicken was the egg's idea for getting more eggs The brain is wider than the skyWhat this site is graphicsdesigncommunicationcommonplacestylecollections
The picket fence There was a fence with spaces you could look through if you wanted to. An architect who saw this thing stood there one summer evening. Took out the spaces with great care and built a castle in the air. The fence was utterly dumbfounded, each post stood there with nothing round it. Christian Morgenstern www.andrew.cmu.edu spacearchitectureabsurdity