Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nos so smooth-nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to it end
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty , a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over-
We Use Time Life Library of Art Books for our Art Studies:
These books are perfect for picture study, I love using them! Each term we study a new artist and I bring out a new art book for our studies. It’s nice to bring the books out one at a time, instead of having them always available, the change seems to spark more interest in the term’s artist. I only have one left at my etsy shop but they are also available on amazon
How and Why Wonder Books are really wonderful reference books. We find ourselves coming home from a nature walk and rereading this one, just to be sure that what we saw was in fact an American Copper Butterfly.
A Golden Nature Guide of Insects is another favorite of ours. It’s much smaller than the how and why wonder book of Insects and easily fits in a pocket or purse. It also has full color pictures making it easy to ID insects.
Our Lady embraces her crucified Son, their cheeks touching as in the icon of loving kindness. Christ in majesty appears against a red and blue background with bold lines that echo the contours of a tulip, angels swirl so speedily around Him that their faces become watery reflections. Sts. Anne and Joachim embrace at the Golden Gate, in front of their marriage bed. From their meeting at Jerusalem’s wall to the descent of the Holy Spirit on the Apostles, the mysteries of Christ’s life unfold, in a long wall of pictures, a sequence of scenes that recalls pre-regularization versions of the rosary. Joined icon screens extend like accordions. Rows and rows of saints fill pictorial calendars of the liturgical year.
A friend told me about the Russian Icon Museum in Clinton, Massachusetts years ago and now it’s my turn to recommend it. If you are a Western Christian, you will breathe with your second lung. You will enter many hushed mansions of the centuries since Christ. Your soul will steep in the colors of the world to come.