Friday, October 14, 2011

illustration friday (scattered)

Rose Pogonias by Robert Frost

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, --
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun's right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.


  1. Gorgeous poem and gorgeous illustration! And your breakfast etegami pieces are beautiful!

  2. such delicate colours in your painting, an ideal accompaniment to the poem

  3. Seeing your beautiful etegami on your blog inspired me to try a digital version. Here's the link below. I'll be making more attempts to improve my images. Thank you for your nice comment on my blog.