Spotlight Poetry – Pencil and Paint – Poem of the day by Eleanor Farjeon

The image depicts a painting titled  Amherst Campus no.1 by the artist Fairfield Porter. The work is a vibrant panoramic landscape painting that captures the magnificent vivid changing colours of autumns trees and hills set against the white clouds and blue sky. The painting supports the poem Pencil and Paint written by the poet Eleanor Farjeon.
© Fairfield Porter, Amherst Campus no.1, 1969

Pencil and Paint by Eleanor Farjeon

Winter has a pencil
For pictures clear and neat,

She traces the black tree-tops
Upon a snowy sheet.

But autumn has a palette
And a painting-brush instead,

And daubs the leaves for pleasure
With yellow, brown, and red.

Poem Attribution © Eleanor Farjeon, Pencil and Paint

Source Attribution https://fox-glove-and-bee.com/2020/11/02/poetry-mondays-pencil-and-paint-by-eleanor-farjeon/

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Painting Attribution © Fairfield Porter, Amherst Campus no.1, 1969

Source Attribution https://www.culturewhisper.com/r/visual_arts/autumnal_paintings_autumn_art/14510

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Spotlight Poetry – Transcription Of Organ Music – A poem by Allen Ginsberg

The image depicts a painting titled Transcription 607 by the artist Paul Di Zefalo. The work is an abstract painting restricted a minimalist colour pallete of just two colours.T he image is composed of austere polygonal shapes – no curves, and no open edges. The image supports the poem Transcription Of Organ Music written by the poet Allen Ginsberg.
© Paul Di Zefalo, Transcription 607, 2020

Transcription Of Organ Music by Allen Ginsberg

The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,

the closet door opened, because I used it before, it
kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.

I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening
to music, my misery, that’s why I want to sing.

The room closed down on me, I expected the presence
of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and
ceiling, they contained my room, they contained
me
as the sky contained my garden,
I opened my door

The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post,
the leaves in the night still where the day had placed
them, the animal heads of the flowers where they had
arisen
to think at the sun

Can I bring back the words? Will thought of
transcription haze my mental open eye?
The kindly search for growth, the gracious de-
sire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing
among them

The privilege to witness my existence-you too
must seek the sun…

My books piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them,
they
haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qual-
ities for me to use–my words piled up, my texts, my
manuscripts, my loves.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun’s
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait-
ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give
them…

Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.

I am so lonely in my glory–except they too out
there–I looked up–those red bush blossoms beckon-
ing and peering in the window waiting in the blind love,
their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat
to the sky to receive–all creation open to receive–the
flat earth itself.

The music descends, as does the tall bending
stalk of the heavy blssom, because it has to, to stay
alive, to continue to the last drop of joy.
The world knows the love that’s in its breast as
in the flower, the suffering lonely world.
The Father is merciful.

The light socket is crudely attached to the ceil-
ing, after the house was built, to receive a plug which
sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now…

The closet door is open for me, where I left it,
since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.

The kitchen has no door, the hole there will
admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen.
I remember when I first got laid, H.P. gra-
ciously took my cherry, I sat on the docks of Prov-
incetown, age 23, joyful,
elevated in hope with the
Father, the door to the womb wasopen to admit me
if I wished to enter.

There are unused electricity plugs all over my
house if I ever needed them.

The kitchen window is open, to admit air…
The telephone–sad to relate–sits on the
floor–I haven’t had the money to get it connected–

I want people to bow when they see me and say
he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of
the Creator

And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence
to gratify my wish, so as not to cheat me of my yearning
for him.

Poem Attribution © Allen Ginsberg, Transcription Of Organ Music

Source Attribution https://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/transcription_of_organ_music_3652

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Painting Attribution © Paul Di Zefalo, Transcription 607, 2020

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Spotlight Poetry – The Lily – A poem by William Blake

The image depicts a painting titled White Lilies by the artist Oksana Konovalova-Portnova. The work is a painting of a bouquet of white lilies interspersed with sprays of blue delphinium like flowers on a dark blue / violet background.. and  The image supports the poem The Lily written by the poet William Blake.
© Oksana Konovalova-Portnova, White Lilies,2017

The Lily by William Blake

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:

While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Poem Attribution © William Blake, The Lily

Source Attribution https://thepoetryhour.com/poems/the-lily

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Painting Attribution © Oksana Konovalova-Portnova, White Lilies,2017

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Spotlight Poetry – Crab-Apples – A poem by Imitiaz Dharker

The image depicts a painting titled  Crab Apples by the artist Sally Crosthwaite. The work is a still life painting of a twig with green leaves from which hang five ripe red crab apples. The image supports the poem Crab-Apples written by the poet Imtiaz Dharker.
© Sally Crosthwaite, Crab Apples, 2015

Crab-Apples by Imtiaz Dharker

My mother picked crab-apples
off the Glasgow apple trees

and pounded them with chillies
to change
her homesickness
into green chutney.

Poem Attribution © Imtiaz Dharker, Crab-Apples

Source Attribution A Poem for Every Autumn Day, ed. Allie Esiri, Macmillan

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Painting Attribution © Sally Crosthwaite, Crab Apples, 2015

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Spotlight Poetry – Moonlit Apples – A poem by John Drinkwater

The image depicts a painting titled Moonbath  by the artist Stacy Gibboni. The work is an abstract moonlit landscape painting. The image supports the poem Moonlit Apples  written by the poet John Drinkwater.
Painting Attribution © Stacy Gibboni, Moonbath, (Date Unstated)

Moonlit Apples by John Drinkwater

At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,
And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those

Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes
A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.

A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then
There is no sound at the top of the house of men

Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again
Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.

They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams;
On the sagging floor; they gather the silver streams

Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,
And quiet is the steep stair under.

In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.
And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep

Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep
On moon-washed apples of wonder.

Poem Attribution © John Drinkwater, Moonlit Apples

Source Attribution https://allpoetry.com/Moonlit-Apples

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Painting Attribution © Stacy Gibboni, Moonbath, (Date Unstated)

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Spotlight Poetry – Fall, Leaves, Fall – A poem by Emily Brontë

The image depicts a painting titled  A Rain of Autumn Leaves by the artist Danielle Waechter,. The work is a semi-abstract  painting showing autumn's leaves falling and being blown by the wind. The work is set against a wintry sky in subdued hues of blues, whites and greys and snow is already beginning to fall . The image supports the poem Fall, Leaves, Fall written by the poet Emily Brontë.
Painting Attribution © Danielle Waechter, A Rain of Autumn Leaves, 2018

Fall, Leaves, Fall by Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Poem Attribution © Emily Brontë, Fall, Leaves, Fall

Source Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52330/fall-leaves-fall

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Painting Attribution © Danielle Waechter, A Rain of Autumn Leaves, 2018

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Spotlight Poetry – Musicians Wrestle Everywhere – A poem by Emily Dickinson

The image depicts a painting titled Music by the artist Vicky Barranguet,. The work is a vibrant abstract expressionist work painted live at a performance with a live jazz trio in New York City. The image supports the poem Musicians Wrestle Everywhere written by the poet Emily Dickinson.
© Vicky Barranguet, Music, 2007

Musicians Wrestle Everywhere by Emily Dickinson

Musicians wrestle everywhere –
All day – among the crowded air

I hear the silver strife –
And – walking – long before the morn –
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that New Life!

If is not Bird – it has no nest –
Nor Band – in brass and scarlet – drest –
Nor Tamborin – nor Man –
It is not Hymn from pulpit read

The Morning Stars the Treble led
On Time’s first Afternoon!

Some – say – it is the Spheres – at play!
Some say that bright Majority

Of vanished Dames – and Men!
Some – think it service in the place
Where we – with late – celestial face
Please God – shall Ascertain!

Poem Attribution © Emily Dickinson, Musicians Wrestle Everywhere

Source Attribution https://www.poetryverse.com/emily-dickinson-poems/musicians-wrestle-everywhere

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Painting Attribution © Vicky Barranguet, Music, 2007

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Spotlight Poetry – To Blossoms – A poem by Robert Herrick 

The image depicts a painting titled Apple Blossom by the artist Olha Darchuk. The work is a  realist painting of the upper branches of an apple tree in blossom set against a blue background. The image supports the poem To Blossoms written by the poet Robert Herrick.
© Olha Darchuk, Apple Blossom, 2020

To Blossoms by Robert Herrick 

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile,
And go at last.

What, were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid good-night?
‘Twas pity Nature brought ye forth
Merely to show your worth,
And lose you quite.

But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave.

Poem Attribution © Robert Herrick, To Blossoms

Source Attribution https://poets.org/poem/blossoms

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Painting Attribution © Olha Darchuk, Apple Blossom, 2020

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Spotlight Poetry – Messages – A poem by Matt Goodfellow

The image depicts a vibrant colourful abstract painting titled Circadian Rhythm 3 by the artist Linda Woods.
© Linda Woods, Circadian Rhythm 3, (Date Unstated)

Messages by Matt Goodfellow

look closely and you’ll find them
everywhere

in fields of patterned grasses
drafted by the hare

embroidered by the bluebells
through a wood

in scattered trails of blossom
stamped into the mud

scorched by heather-fire
across the moors

in looping snail-trails
scrawled on forest floors

scored across the sky
by screaming swifts

in rolling, twisting peaks
of drifting mountain mist

scribbled by an ocean
on the sand

look closely: you will see
and understand

Poem Attribution © Matt Goodfellow, Messages

Source Attribution A Poem for Every Autumn Day, edited by Allie Esiri, Macmillan

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Painting Attribution © Linda Woods, Circadian Rhythm 3, (Date Unstated)

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Spotlight Poetry – On the Other Side of the Door – A poem by Jeff Moss

The image depicts a painting titled The Golden Door by the artist Carol Graslan. The work is a vibrant semi-abstract landscape painting. The work shows a golden door set in a white and grey wall surrounded in dark shadows. The image supports the poem On the Other Side of the Door  written by the poet Jeff Moss.
© Carol Graslan, The Golden Door, 2017

On the Other Side of the Door by Jeff Moss

On the other side of the door
I can be a different me,

As smart and as brave, as funny or strong
As a person could want to be.
There’s nothing too hard for me to do,
There’s no place I can’t explore

Because everything can happen
On the other side of the door.

On the other side of the door
I don’t have to go alone.

If you come, too, we can sail tall ships
And fly where the wind has flown.
And wherever we go, it is almost sure
We’ll find what we are looking for

Because everything can happen
On the other side of the door.

Poem Attribution © Jeff Moss, On the Other Side of the Door

Source Attribution A Poem for Every Autumn Day, Edited by, Allie Esiri, Macmillan

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Painting Attribution © Carol Graslan, The Golden Door, 2017

Source Attribution https://www.artsper.com/ar/contemporary-artworks/painting/611061/the-golden-door

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