Out of black soul's night

Meg and I went to her studio one night late fall, around halloween. We decided to each paint a Halloween picture. It was just the two of us. This was mine. It was finished in 20 minutes.

For out of black soul's night have stirred dawn's cold gleam, morning's singing bird. Let black day die, let black flag fall, let raven call, let new day dawn of black reborn.

George Woodcock

— "Black Flag" in Collected Poems (1983)

 

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