Art Inspires More Art
I'm working on a piece inspired by Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem, Sympathy. With each stanza, beautiful, yet painful imagery floods my imagination.
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
Source: Twentieth-Century American Poetry (2004)
The Poetry Foundation
Paul Laurence Dunbar Web Site, The Collection, Selected Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Imagery That Endures
From The Rocking Horse Winner by DH Lawrence
He went off by himself, vaguely, in a childish way, seeking for the clue to 'luck'. Absorbed, taking no heed of other people, he went about with a sort of stealth, seeking inwardly for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted it. When the two girls were playing dolls in the nursery, he would sit on his big rocking-horse, charging madly into space, with a frenzy that made the little girls peer at him uneasily. Wildly the horse careered, the waving dark hair of the boy tossed, his eyes had a strange glare in them. The little girls dared not speak to him. When he had ridden to the end of his mad little journey, he climbed down and stood in front of his rocking-horse, staring fixedly into its lowered face. Its red mouth was slightly open, its big eye was wide and glassy-bright. "Now!" he would silently command the snorting steed. "Now take me to where there is luck! Now take me!" And he would slash the horse on the neck with the little whip he had asked Uncle Oscar for. He knew the horse could take him to where there was luck, if only he forced it. So he would mount again and start on his furious ride, hoping at last to get there.
And, from Paul's Case by Willa Cather
The boy set his teeth and drew his shoulders together in a spasm of realization; the plot of all dramas, the text of all romances, the nerve-stuff of all sensations was whirling about him like the snowflakes. He burnt like a faggot in a tempest.
An excerpt from Balada de La Placeta, By Federico García Lorca
Se ha llenado de luces