Monday Morning Musings:
“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”
–William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790)
I still have more to say about color,
the frequency and hues,
and how we parse the natural world
and what we choose to name–
Would they be the same–
the roses and the stars—
if we didn’t claim them so
What color was the sea? Did the moon
sing a different tune?
What was before blue
of sky and blue jay wing
and what of the unseen,
and the in-between.
What does the heron perceive
in the grey of his feathers
or the ultraviolet that they see, like bees,
an Umwelt unlike ours, but like trees
connected and a part—
now think about our hearts
and all the types of love, friendship, fear—
look at dogs, cats, turkey, deer—
animals that love, have their friends, and run
in play and fear.
So many words, so many shades,
but hate has only one. It never fades,
it’s a black hole,
trapping light within—
and yet and yet and yet
it’s not that simple or set–
light bends and echoes around it
seeking a way, as if to not forget
have ways to see and be–
we’re hardwired to parse and name
color and light, and to sense the unseen–
Monet’s violet waterlilies somewhere in our genes.
Again, the Marginalian got me thinking about color and light. I found this short video that I think does such a good job of explaining how we and animals see color. For more on Monet’s eyesight, I found this short article.
We did a lot this weekend and enjoyed the beautiful weather. Friday night out to dinner (outside) with daughter and son-in-law. That was after an amazing launch for Afterfeather also attended by Ricky. I have a poem in this anthology, which is published by Black Bough poetry from poems curated by Briony Collins from Top Tweet Tuesday.
A winery on Saturday late afternoon/evening. And a bridal shower luncheon on Sunday.
William Heritage Winery
Bridal Shower, Special Time With friends