Still Life At The Corner Of The Studio

BEAUTY CAME TO SEE

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I think to see beauty you must realize you are beauty, like to love another you must love yourself first, or to be an artist you must realize you are one. This always sounds somewhat conceited when I say it, but it’s not, just as confidence is not the same as being prideful. All of creation is beauty; our job is to see it.

As I was coming out of a relatively long illness (nothing serious but quite miserable) I was finally able to see over my pain, like looking over a black fence into a field of daffodils. I realized that my mundane existence up to that point didn’t push me to the realization of my true self, hindered my seeing clearly. But, rising out of the “miry clay”, Beauty finally came to see.

Still Life At The Corner Of The Studio by MTMcClanahanBEAUTY CAME TO SEE

Beauty came to see and saw
Herself in everything

Midst the black oppression still
She lit the world with daffodil
And in the wind a symphony
Beauty came to see

Beauty came to see and saw
A sullen man in peerless way
And asked of him, what do you see
I see you, do you see me

And in a moment
Thru the black oppression still
I lit upon a daffodil

MT McClanahan

7 thoughts on “BEAUTY CAME TO SEE”

  1. What a beautiful and philosophical poem. I really love it! In order to grow we must have to look past the barriers we hold ourselves hostage in. Not an easy task to do, but to overcome oneself is truly the most liberating experience.

      1. MT that is because it was I who came to see and saw. (wink)…and I know that you see me. I am trying to memorize this poem. It is brief and profound. I am a huge fan of poetry that I understand and that moves me without having to open a dictionary every 15 seconds. I loved Alfred Noyes’ “Highwayman” and of course Poe’s “Annabel Lee” and now this one.

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