Carr's studio mid 1930's
Emily Carr 21 years old
Dear Mother Earth!
I think I have always
specially belonged to you.
I have loved from babyhood
to roll upon you, to lie with
my face pressed right down
on to you in my sorrows.
I love the look of you and
the smell of you. When I die I
should like to be in you
unconfined, unshrouded,
the petals of flowers against
my flesh and you covering
me up.
4 comments:
really love her work, thanks for posting Paul
A friend of mine just turned me on to her work!
Just stumbled upon your blog having recently read an excellent novelisation of her life - The Forest Lover, by Susan Vreeland. I love Emily Carr's work, thank you for posting.
Norm, thanks for sharing the title of the book. I'll check it out!
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