The Blog of John Walford, British-born, but long resident in The United States. I am a retired art historian, an amateur photographer, and occasional writer, who writes here about art, photography, and the human condition--some of it attempted ekphratic poetry, responding to works of art. This is to be a site for words and images, interacting on one another, as vehicles of human expression.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Frail Frames in Spring Time, 2008
Originally uploded to Flickr, April 16, 2008, see: http://www.flickr.com/photos/walford/2419045342
"Frail Frames in Springtime"
Frail frames in Spring time, my mind gives pause,
How harsh winter, such decay does cause.
Yet a fragile beauty, preserved in death,
A wonder yet, that takes my breath.
Each fallen leaf that lay buried under snow
Springtime warmth has given a fresh glow.
What once was but sap, surging under the bark;
What once was young, tender, fresh as a lark;
What once lent cool to the forest floor,
Taking summer heat that on it bore.
Now lies forgotten, but for my eyes,
To catch and cherish, from where it lies.
Each life, each leaf, its distinct pattern holds.
Nobody knows how each life unfolds,
Showing in itself a fresh facet, it seems,
Of its Creator, Who it also redeems.
So frail our being, yet so robust,
Life itself, full of laughter and lust.
From sap in a parent, to skeleton in ground,
Each thought, each word, each gesture, sound,
Carries its own meaning, and never dies,
Therein the greatest of mystery lies.
Say we are nothing more than the tree!
On than one note, I disagree!
--John Walford, April 16, 2008.
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- I am a British-born, retired art historian, who taught in the USA; I studied law, in England,1964-68; worked part-time in the art world, 1968-69; then studied art history at the Vrije Universiteit, Amsterdam, 1969-76; completed my Ph.D. diss. at the University of Cambridge, 1981; moved to the States in 1981, and have since written, or co-authored, other books. My wife, Maria, was born in Milan, Italy, where she worked as an interpreter, in business; she spent seven years in Switzerland, at the University of Lausanne, 1963-70. She came to Amsterdam in 1971, and we soon married. She is a wife, mother, literary critic, of Italian (and French) literature, and completed her Ph. D. diss. in 2002, at the University of Chicago, on Cesare Pavese and His Critics. We have three married children, and twelve grandchildren, all of whom we excessively adore! I welcome dialog about art, photography, human behavior, beliefs, and motivation from all comers, regardless of race, color, gender, orientation, values, or beliefs. This is to be a site for words and images, as vehicles of human expression, around topics of mutual interest.