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THE OWLS by Charles Baudelaire UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dream Until that melancholy hour When, … Continue reading →

MIXED MEDIA, OIL ON CANVAS TO THE MOONArt thou pale for weariness      Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless       Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a Joyless eye      That finds no … Continue reading →

NEW MOON The new moon, of no importance lingers behind as the yellow sun glares and is gone beyond the sea’s edge; earth smokes blue; the new moon, in cool height above the blushes, brings a fresh fragrance of heaven … Continue reading →