I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago. - Robert Frost

Summoning artists to participate In the august occasions of the state Seems something artists ought to celebrate.

Fragmentary Blue

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) — Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

The mind-is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind-
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.