Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

GARNISH, GLASS AND GOETHE

lemonearrings
What does Goethe have to do with crafts? Not much, besides a poem that expresses longing for warmth and beauty, both of which are common themes in the work of artisans. The poem in question is "Mignons Sehnsuch-- Mignon's Longing",
"Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn,
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow,
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
In darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow, 
 Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, 
A soft wind blows from the pure blue sky,
 
Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
 The myrtle stands mute, and the bay tree high?
Kennst du es wohl?
Do you know it well?
Dahin! dahin
 It’s there
 Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.
 I’d be gone,
to be there with you, O, my beloved one!"
This is what I had in mind when I made the earrings pictured above. The day was chilly and grey, and phototropic creature that I am, I needed a reminder of my native place, in northeast Brazil, where lemon trees do bloom. The beads I used were made in the mid-1900s by a gifted glassblower who must have been aided by elves, such is the sweet shimmer and the nearly evanescent quality of the fruit and leaves he created. 
My work was simple. All I did was add aventurine roundels, yellow freshwater pearls and sterling silver finds to the glass beads. The result is jewelry might not be as enduring as Goethe's poetry, but I am sure that it will last through many winters.









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Friday, February 12, 2010

ALMOST VALENTINE'S DAY


A poem by  Rahel Bluwstein (1890-1931) is a sweet Valentine.





“MEETING, HARDLY MEETING”
Meeting, hardly meeting, suffices:
one quick glance, fragments of obscure words,
and again waves of happiness and pain
sweep over everything and rage.

The dam of oblivion I had built in my defence
is as if it had never been.
I kneel on the shore of the roaring sea
and drink my fill.




© 1994, Jean Shapiro Cantu. Translation: Robert Friend 
From: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rachel 
Publisher: Menard, London, 1994
ISBN: 1 874320 02 0

Monday, December 15, 2008


My friend, poet Judy Neri, has just published Always the Trains, a book I highly recommend. It is available at Amazon.com and you probably can get it on time for the holidays if you order it immediately. Judy is a person of immense grace, courage and generiosity. These qualities shine through in the way she deals with the world and they illuminate her poetry. I am honoured to know her and her husband Umberto.