Some days ago, I read Walt Whitman's poem A Clear Midnight:
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
That last line stuck with me and I felt inspired to make a set of cards using those words:
The blue paper is paste paper I made some days ago.
Happy New Year!
