"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Magpie #132 The Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth


So starkly cold-please light a fire
And while the candles are glowing
We'll warm up our old icy bones 
Watching flakes softly snowing 
This is our safe haven
Away from petty issues
We tell the house-
We've been gone too long 
We really have missed you.


Thanks to Tess Kincaid for this lovely image
and for others takes on it go here:

26 comments:

  1. Nice house warming post...I like the picture after ~

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  2. Very pleasing text, and you topped it with that second picture.

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  3. It's nice to have a place to get away from petty issues.

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  4. Oh good one- I like this, although please hurry and make a fire, Brrrr-

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  5. cold is def the word that comes to mind with the picture...a fire would def warm it quite a bit...and a little more homey...a great place away from concerns....

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  6. Lovely...I have an old cruet set just like yours...

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  7. Ah, to have a warm sanctuary! It's something i feel i need often.

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  8. I relate to the cold, to the snow, to missing a home that is a refuge. Now I wish I knew whether they were alive or ghosts . . .

    Thank you for visiting my poem "Morning"--your poem is, in its way, much more warm than my cruel sun!

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  9. While you are away, you really do miss your home, don't you? I love your poem, Kathe. It is so very warm and inviting. Thank you for sharing.

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  10. I'm a big fan of Andrew Wyeth and I'm becoming an even bigger fan of you poetry.

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  11. Home is where the heart is. The coldness was just for a while as the warmth of the occupants would make a difference. Nicely done,Kathe!

    Hank

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  12. Makes me glad to be home.

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  13. ... and now you are home.

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  14. Oh, I really love this...mind if I join you?

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  15. Nothing quite like a safe haven, is there?

    =)

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  16. Houses like to know when they've been missed...
    Thank you.

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  17. Your poem and your own home image lend warmth to Wyeth's painting. I loved your celebration of Home.

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  18. Thanks Kathe, i bet this warm house is an outer reflection of your inner state. What was that book about housesby Gaston Bachelard," The Poetics of Space" , i think

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  19. A safe haven....this is beautiful Kathe! :-)

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  20. I like what you did with this - and the introduction of a second image.

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  21. Home is where the heart is and I know very well about coming into a cold house after being away and then being so pleased as it warms up and becomes home again. Well written.

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  22. You created a wonderfully cozy image with your words, which perfectly matched the pictures.

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  23. Wonderful warm write. Thank you.

    Anna :o]

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  24. Yes, and referring to the second image, it is amazing the warmth a few candles bring to a room.

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  25. Sounds like a cabin on Mount Ranier...lovely!

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