Yet more evidence of my obsession with chalkboard paint, here are the studio stairs. I think this is a great place for a poem to jump into your thoughts, and reading poetry sets the tone for entering our artspace. My hope is that, now that Ada is reading, some poems will start to make their way into her memory, at least snippets of them.
The first stanza of Robert Louis Stevenson's "I Will Make You Brooches" is climbing the stairs now. This poem is an ode to simple and sublime creativity, and here it is in full for your reading pleasure.
"I Will Make You Brooches"
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
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