Photo & Poem Gallery

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. 

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
With walls and towers were girdled round;

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

East River Promenade
East River Promenade
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On a Clear Day

On a clear day rise and look around you
And you'll see who you are
On a clear day how it will astound you
That the glow of your being outshines every star
You'll feel part of every mountain, sea and shore

In the Park
In the Park
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Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

Along the Reservoir
Along the Reservoir
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Aimless Love

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.