And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
made me think of Gerard Manley Hopkins:
ReplyDeleteAnd for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love seeing these paintings, one after the other, by different artists. As if you are all painting the same exact thing. Perspective is so cool.
ReplyDeletetwombly's painting almost looks like a turner painting.
ReplyDeleteit's useful to see how your work runs in the same vein (line, lines) as these, but isn't a clear echo of any one of them.