Alicia,
Here is one of my favorites:
Sonnet of Model Romanticist 2055
You stand, robe billowing, by a leafless tree
As barren as the soul of which I'm told
Does not exist; is void and stony cold.
Such nothingness! And thus was their decree.
Still! What feeds this mind they fashioned me!
Orange skies and a day I'll ever hold
Inside my programmed brain that they did mold.
They played God, but they did not foresee . . .
One moment could transcend the laws of man.
That day I came upon you facing west,
There swelled in me such feeling they would ban-
Unplanned and rising up inside my chest.
My quest-to find the vision-lovely Anne.
And the searching for my soul-the final test!
by Andrea Dietrich
About the Painting “Dreaming Machine” by Magda Vasters
(You can click on the bottom right corner of the painting to make it much larger)
http://www.raptor8.hpg.ig.com.br/jjbinks/mvasters/pages/magdavasters12_dreaming_mac hine.jpg
[This message has been edited by Thomas Newton2 (edited September 04, 2003).]