photography by twombly

glorious pictures by cy twombly (found in the essential cy twombly):

   

   

poetry x art

the complete poem goes like so:

I gained it so —
By climbing slow —
By catching at the twigs that grow —
Between the bliss — and me —
It hung so high
As well the sky
Attempt by strategy —
I said I gained it —
This — was all —
Look, how I clutch it
Lest it fall —
And I a pauper go —
Unfitted by an instant’s Grace
For the contented — Beggar’s face
I wore — an hour ago —

359, emily dickinson

(i found lots of versions of this poem without the dashes, which i hate: dickinson wrote her work with the dashes & boys with opinions changed these into dots and whatelse. i love her dashes. never forget her dashes.)