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6Translated onto glass from copper plates As from Rembrandt or Brueghel or their heirs In whose busy depictions such an act Is incidental, some side-alley fact, Now placed here in the center by Millet -- This all too human scene, both rude and true: A mother wrinkling up her young son’s gown Before he wets himself on backdoor steps Where his six-year-old sister, shrinking, stares At the wobbly colossus, wholly exposed. His soft hand grips his mother’s muscled wrist, Still nearer to the milked...
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14Through windowpanes the filtered winter lightPassing over a basket’s rumpled yarnCovers a mother’s radiant bent faceWhose cheek and chin rest on her daughter’s head. The young girl holds in small soft awkward handsLong knitting needles glinting in the threadsLooped round a knuckle, woven, then pulled tight,Part of a garment shadowed in her lap. With palms grown rough in mastering her craftThe mother, from behind, now clasps and guidesHer daughter’s pale pink fingers through their task,Both br...
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7Downward from Gruchy, past its wind-wrenched elm,The path drops under pastures to a cliffWhere outcrop boulder-stones glint blue and iron,Breaking above great sweeps of sea and sky.Below the rocks, rowing in close to shoreThe fishermen, no bigger than the gullsThat turn above them crying at their catch,Glide over green and lavender to sand.Outside the scene, a higher, flatter rockProvided the perspective for these stonesThat point toward the horizon’s shining line,Insight’s limitless limit bo...
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17Between raised ochre plains and low slate skies Pressing against stray clustered tufts of trees A tapered wedge is driven blue through light Flaring from clouds that tatter in the air. And on a scarred black path that blindly winds Unoutlined at the utmost edge of dusk A peasant, brown and dark on dark brown earth Draws his tired donkey, burdened in the murk. Cross-hatched, then rubbed and blended, well-stumped lines Show sun-flecks streaming home from cloud and plain, Escaping wraiths both r...
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15An inner twilight deepens in the room: The smoky oil lamp pegged high on its stand, A child tucked-in beneath the blanketing beams, The shadowed mother mending in her chair. She pulls a woolen thread to close a seam In the work shirt of a father still afield Plowing his darkened rows until the stars Gleam twinkling from the yielding fertile earth. Behind the smoke that clusters into curls A bed whose drapes recall a garden wall Awaits her strong young husband and the night, Her warm wet furro...
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15He leans on the short handle, knotted oak,Its flat blade pressed on brambled clay and stone.A boulder shoulders thorns up from the soilWhile oxen plow a far-off pastoral farm.Whose stubble-fires smoke white toward skies in haze.He dominates the land as serf and lord,The subject monarch of his stark domain,His thistle-crown root-bound in freehold earth.Not fallen from some paradise whose cropsTurned golden while he plucked a harp’s ripe strings,He’s come down long hard centuries the same,Man’...
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2Translated onto glass from copper plates As from Rembrandt or Brueghel or their heirs In whose busy depictions such an act Is incidental, some side-alley fact, Now placed here in the center by Millet -- This all too human scene, both rude and true: A mother wrinkling up her young son’s gown Before he wets himself on backdoor steps Where his six-year-old sister, shrinking, stares At the wobbly colossus, wholly exposed. His soft hand grips his mother’s muscled wrist, Still nearer to the milked...
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4The hillside’s tidal waves of yellow-green Break downward into full-grown stalks of wheat In which a peasant, shouldering his hoe Passes along a snaking narrow path -- A teeming place through which his hard thighs press And where his head just barely stays above The swaying grain, drunken in abundance, Farm buildings almost floating on the swells Beyond which sea gulls gliding white in air Fly down on out of sight to salty fields, Taking the channel fish off Normandy, A surfeit fit for Eden i...
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11Sheep graze along a plain in twilight quiet, Their earthward heads cropping dark clumps of grass, And near them, by a hedge where yellow leaves Grow golden in the evening’s mellowed air, Bent over yarn and needles knitting wool From these same sheep for mittens -- two young girls. Then suddenly one rises, shades her eyes And gestures to the other not to move, One arm crooked and one stretched out like the V’s Of geese intent on their archaic way Beyond the late fall cold toward Galilee. The o...
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17Low at the dusk’s far edge a blunted moon Descended from its fullness dimly glows. The night abides again on Chailly plain. A wandering shepherd labors in faint beams Till picket-fold and hut rise up once more From parts kept in a cart that no one sees. A raised staff comes back down to guide and goad Each sheep dissolved in darkness and a flock Shadowed by light but not the source of light. The bleating of a lost or straggling lamb Will go unheard in deep exhaustion’s sleep, For here is no G...
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16He painted her for nothing but her love, A Cherbourg tailor’s daughter without means For such a tender rendering as this: Desirous, tense, yet teasingly serene, Those earth-brown irises, that slightest smile, Hair clipped, severe, in a tied ribboned cap, The look of expectation, quiet surprise Directed at this man her brother knew Who stroked her there with his dark oils and eyes Until she came alive on canvas threads That held her as he held her when they wed. And though she soon would pa...
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27Across the blue horizon that divides Pale twilight skies from twilight-darkened earth A shepherd leads beneath a crescent moon His bending line of pliant moon-eyed sheep. The laggards and the leaders, nipped by dogs, Swirl from a formless mass of flesh and wool Toward faces separated yet the same, Soon lost to sun in starlight like the stars. The shepherd in procession grasps his staff, His right hand parting his cloak to show within His long blue shirt, a bishop’s under-robe, Literal symbols...
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131First Do No Harm, or Eat What You Kill? Why Dishonesty Matters Most for LawyersLegal Ethics 17 (3): 382-400. 2014.There are significant differences in the way that regulators treat lawyers and doctors who are found dishonest. Paula Case has found that lawyers are much more likely than doctors to be struck off after a dishonesty finding. This article considers why dishonesty by lawyers is treated more seriously than that of doctors. Analyses of 'trust' in professions make comparisons between doctors and lawyers and invariably report that lawyers are less trusted, but on a flawed basis. However, in the contex…Read more
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86The Social Psychology of Experience: studies in remembering and forgettingSage Publications. 2005.It is very much connected to the social psychology of experience. This book is written for advanced undergraduate, masters and doctoral students in social psychology.
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Areas of Interest
| Ancient Greek and Roman Philosophy |
| 17th/18th Century Philosophy |