Art Loves Infrared Lakes

INFRARED LAKES

BLUE, limpid, mighty, restless lakes,
God’s mirrors underneath the sky,
Low rimmed in woods and mists, where wakes,
Through murk and moon, the marsh bird’s cry.
Where ever on, through drive and drift,

Neath blue and grey, through hush and moan,
Your ceaseless waters ebb and lift,
Past shores of century-crumbling stone.
And under ever-changing skies,
Swell, throb, and break on kindling beach;

Where fires of dawn responsive rise,
In answer to your mystic speech.
Past lonely haunts of gull and loon,
Past solitude of land-locked bays,
Whose bosoms rise to meet the moon,

Where fires of dawn responsive rise,
In answer to your mystic speech.
Past lonely haunts of gull and loon,
Past solitude of land-locked bays,
Whose bosoms rise to meet the moon,

Beneath their silvered film of haze,
Where mists and fogs in ghostly bands,
Vague, dim, moon-clothed in spectral light;
Drift in from far-off haunted lands,
Across the silences of night.
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To The Lakes
William Wilfred Campbell

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An Infrared Winter’s Tale

YESTERDAY the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow—

Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?

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D.H. Lawrence, Amores. 1916

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Fire in the Heavens

As I lay in the new-fallen snow, I gaze through the lens in awe of the fiery sky as it weeps tears of snow upon the ground. It is difficult to remove oneself from such a beautiful and mysterious scene but it belongs to me now, captured to be remembered forever.  It is my joy when cold winter comes and greets me with such wonder of eye and lens of fire in the winter heavens.  I am in raptures!

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They whisper. . .

“Stars.
 We Star-hosts numerous, innumerous,
 Throng space with energy untumultuous,
 And work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.

Galaxies and Nebulæ.
No thing is far or near; and therefore we
Float neither far nor near; but where we be
Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.

Comets and Meteors.
Our lights dart here and there, whirl to and fro,
We flash and vanish, we die down and glow;
All doing His Will Who bids us do it so.

Fire.
My power and strength are His Who fashioned me,
Ordained me image of His Jealousy,
Forged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.

Snow.
My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair,
All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear
Exalts His Purity beyond compare.”
_CG Rossetti

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