Photo & Poem Gallery

Waiting
Waiting
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Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

 

Sunset June 28, 2020
Sunset June 28, 2020
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The Summer Day

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean-

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

The NewOnes, will free Us, by Kenyan-American artist Wangechi Mutu.The MET.
The NewOnes, will free Us, by Kenyan-American artist Wangechi Mutu.The MET.
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Where Shadow Chases Light

This is my delight, 
thus to wait and watch at the wayside 
where shadow chases light 
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer. 

Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, 
greet me and speed along the road. 
My heart is glad within, 

Parapivot by Alicja Kwade at the Met 2019
Parapivot by Alicja Kwade at the Met 2019
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Relativity

for Stephen Hawking


When we wake up brushed by panic in the dark
our pupils grope for the shape of things we know.

Photons loosed from slits like greyhounds at the track
reveal light’s doubleness in their cast shadows

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir
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Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

                Does it dry up
                like a raisin in the sun?

Black Lives Matter 6.4.2020
Black Lives Matter 6.4.2020
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truth

And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we  not dread him,
Shall we not fear him
After so lengthy a
Session with shade?

Though we have wept for him,
Though we have prayed 
All through the night-years--

Ladies Pavillon
Ladies Pavillon
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Kubla Kahn

(Verse 1)
 
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground

Metropolitan Museum of Art
Metropolitan Museum of Art
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The Museum of Fine Arts

Every Saturday, my mother would bring me here
and while she taught her studio classes,I'd get myself lost on purpose,
starting at the pyramids,
the tiny clay slaves
I'd watch till I'd feel the rope burns on my shoulders,
the gritty sand between my teeth