‘A Sketch of Stone Roberts’ by Bruce Dale Wise The Society February 19, 2013 Art, Poetry A line that travels down the middle of the scene divides the picture’s plane in two: above, the vast and airy openess o’ th’ arching building, green on top, and filled with golden light and shadows cast between huge windows, flag, and architectured space, as if some grand, extr’ordinary thing has passed; below, a central clock shows twelve noon on its face, about which wind a multitude of people, things, and acts, so many are occurring in that place, oh, all the patterns ordinary living brings, hushed, talking, rushing, walking, pausing, gesturing, like skaters in a rink, all moving round in rings. Featured Image: “Grand Central Terminal: An Early December Noon in the Main Concourse” by Stone Roberts Related Post ‘Emily’s Lament’ by E.V. Wyler A Villanelle My grandma smiled as I walked in the door pretending to overpower her pain because I came ... to see her once more. Bla... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.