... hidden in the folds of time ...

Jan Mankes

Above them silence lours,

   Still as an arctic sea;

Light fails; night falls; the wintry moon

   Glitters; the crocus soon

   (...)

   Thick mystery, wild peril... 

Stewart Edmondson


Mashami




"dryad"  

...the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. 
It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise 
of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell 
of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and 
the way dawn threw itself across the cow pond and 
turned the water to light.


Yaroslav Gerzhedovich


Gustave Doré


Herbert James Draper




William Etty


Paul Delaroche 


Jules Joseph Lefebvre


"Nocturne"




Adrienne Stein


Arthur Rackham


Anne-Louis Girodet de Roucy 





Henri Le Sidaner


Alphonse Osbert

These lines to the tomb, O turning tree,

Set against all this you know of

Overcome, will, overcome.

Grave tree of the dark plowland under,

I will will the whole time to you:

Falling water, wave falling, dew

Dust, horses, spirits, Spirit.

Jamie Heiden

Dave Mckean 


Yaroslav Gerzhedovich


Harald Sohlberg 

 is our light lying?

 Is night the only reality 

 that has endured through thousands of years? 

Herons and smaller birds possess.

This to be beautiful to you

The downward fire I spoke of

The eel grass, the snowy path

Sophie Lécuyer


Gustave Dore



1. excerpt from a poem by Walter de la Mare
2. quote -  Eowyn Ivey
3 and 5.  excerpts from a poem by Allen Grossman
4. line - Rilke