Looking from outside into an open window

“I think that poems that have direct meanings—that’s a very dull poet, an extremely dull poet, and a person who is writing like he or she sees. That isn’t what you’re ever writing. You never write what you see. You see it, you just don’t write it. You write something else. And there’s always something else.”

-Barbara Guest
Image: Cristian Schloe, Portrait of a Heart
Title: Charles Baudelaire, Windows

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake

    On foot
I wandered through the solar systems,
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
Already I have a sense of myself.
Somewhere in space my heart hangs,
emitting sparks, shaking the air,
to other immeasurable hearts.

     -Edith Irene Södergran, “On Foot I Wandered Through the Solar Systems” 

Image: Annie Vought, i took the girl to walk in circles, (paper cut letters)
Title: Wallace Stevens

The Heart’s Portrait

Image: The O of the famous “Love” sculpture, by Robert Indiana, being lowered into place @ Fifth Avenue and 60th Street, Nov. 29, 1971 

Title: Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson

An expression of poetry that was lost

the invisible thing inside
circling
     glass
     on its voyage out
     to the heart

-Michael Ondaatje, “*(Insomnia)” from the collection The Cinnamon Peeler

Image: Louise Bourgeois, The Insomnia Drawings, 2000
Title: Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space