Thursday, August 8, 2013

Make Art. Amy Rice.

Look what I found today.  The delightful work of Amy Rice.  I was inspired by her art and the poetry that moved her to create it.
Amy Rice
By Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803–1882 

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, 
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil 
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood. 
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, 
Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s. 
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! 
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! 
I fancy these pure waters and the flags 
Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; 
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.” 

Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds: 
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. 
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys 
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; 
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet 
Clear of the grave. 
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, 
And sighed for all that bounded their domain; 
“This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park; 
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, 
And misty lowland, where to go for peat. 
The land is well,—lies fairly to the south. 
’Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back, 
To find the sitfast acres where you left them.”