The God Pan

Pan with Us by Robert Frost

Statue of Pan

Statue of Pan. Kingwood Center.

Pan came out of the woods one day,–
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,–
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.

His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.

He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay’s screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.

Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.

They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away–
Play? Play?–What should he play?

Poetry in Art: I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold by Charles Demuth

Charles Demuth’s fabulous painting, I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold, was inspired by his friend William Carlos Williams’ poem, The Great Figure.  The artwork is full of references to the poem and poet.

I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold by Charles Demuth, 1928

I Saw the Figure 5 in Gold by Charles Demuth, 1928. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City.

It’s always nice to see artists inspiring other artists, especially when they work in different mediums.

The Great Figure by William Carlos Williams

[Alternative Muses] Going and Coming: Alfred, Lord Tennyson/Carole Lombard Mashup

“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (died 6 October 1892)

Carole Lombard, circa 1932

Circa 1932: Carole Lombard (born 6 October 1908)

Lather, poem by Alicia Austen (Magnetic Poetry Kit Poem)


Check out my (magnetic poetry) poem “Lather” on Silver Birch Press’ blog!

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NOTE: Yesterday, we blogged about the Magnetic Poetry Kit and included a link where you could create a magnetic poem online. We also asked people to send us their magnetic poems so we could feature them on our blog. Alicia Austen rose to the occasion and is the first to forward her Magnetic Poetry Kit poem. Thank you Alicia!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alicia Austen is a writer, editor, and rebel-creative. She currently resides in the Queen City (aka Cincinnati), where she can usually be found drinking tea, listening to punk rock, and reading out-of-print books. Visit her blog at

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