REMEMBERING SEPTEMBER ELEVEN

This is a reduction of a painting I began to make as I watched the news on the morning of September 11, 2001. I kept thinking of cathedral windows—I kept seeing a Rose Window. And my work with the brushes made the television watching more bearable. As the days went on, I looked back into my journal and saw that on September 12, I had written, “Hope walks through the dusty streets with a golden sieve.” I realized I had been making a sieve on the paper. So I called the painting “Golden Sieve” …. for winnowing truth and beauty from the ashes of destruction.
–Barbara Smith Stoff

 

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Robert Frost...The Road Not Taken

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970
by Leslie Frost Ballantine.

two roads diverged in a yellow wood...

 

Bird or Fish or Wing of Star

Cedar Glen