Exiled Dreams

A poem by Antoinette Baranov (@AntoniaTable)

Anointed by your sweat
brackish and sweet by turns
A mantle against
the exile of waking
Weaving nightly chimeras
into shimmering tropics
terrain by yearning
made familiar.

It is thus I dream you--
Seeking, seeking the unnameable
the tenuous mooring of memory
All that remains to bind us
Foresworn the small comforts and domesticities
and forbear words
for the knowing you exist
in that silence.

Stuff I like: More from Wyeth

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1. Easter Sunday
Watercolour, 28½ x 39½ in. – 1975

2. Barracoon
Drybrush and watercolour, 19 x 25 in. – 1976

3. Nude
Watercolour, 21½ x 29½ in. – 1973

The comment from Holly Friesen (@Holly59) in the last post > http://creatives.posterous.com/andrew-wyeth-1 , encouraged me to show more of these sumptuous paintings.
Taken from the book Andrew Wyeth: The Helga Pictures http://www.amazon.co.uk/Andrew-Wyeth-Pictures-John-Wilmerding/dp/0810917882 – thoroughly recommended, if you like these!

"If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something."
Andrew Wyeth

Andrew Wyeth

Helga
CAMPFIRE SERIES ~ Watercolour, 30 x 21½ in.

"After I get in the mood of the thing i'm painting,
I love to work on the background.
....I love to dream, to think, about this thing

that's going to live in that background."
                                                                      Andrew Wyeth