It's fitting to associate this panorama with agate,
That stone which has an inner vista half-revealed.
In order for your eye to peer into those layered veils,
You'll need rapt perception that gauges the gradients,
Until seeing becomes a part of the subject matter seen,
So this landscape is an agate's inner vista after all.
How is it so clear, even through an airplane window?
It doesn't need detail, only steps of color intensity;
All the contours are set off by grades of shading,
So essential details of ridgelines come through,
Like when painters of the Hudson River School
Veered off into abstraction.
Shows there's lots going on in the earth's crust,
Something solid that takes on such a wavelike form.
We can infer fire pushing up from below,
Driving all the buckling and subduction,
All the while looking so still and peaceful;
Reminds me of James Lovelock's AGES OF GAIA:
He says that there are endoliths down in rock fissures.
Life is churning in the mix, getting a toehold in splinters,
As mist drapes it in so many layers of the indefinite.
All the more precious, this agate wilderness
For its austerity of sapphire blueness
Best offset and gazed on by a tiger's eye
Whether it be alive or in gemstone form.
The more I read 'Agate Wilderness', the more I perceive a masterpiece complexity, written into earth strata perception.
I am always fascinated with agate stones. Their forms and colors are captivating. A very interesting and informative write. Indeed, Earth's activities always caught us unaware sometimes. Beautifully written as always.
p2the foothills of the southern Alps near my hometown are blue hills rising like ramparts, so few see the blue clearly visible on clear light days, living in diminished worlds, who sees mountains ranges like waves of water?
I wrote the poem 'Mountain Ranges Mist Water Waves', inspired by the poem 'Agate Wilderness', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to Denis Mair.
p1'In order for your eye to peer into those layered veils, ' anyone who has spent time peering into the mellow mystery harmony of semi precious gemstones knows layers of swirling infinite beauty which soothes the soul,
I wrote the poem 'Agate Stones Forms Colours Fascinate Captive', inspired by the poem 'Agate Wilderness', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to Denis Mair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote the poem 'Layered Veils In Swirling Infinite Time', inspired by the poem 'Agate Wilderness', by the poet Denis Mair and dedicated to Denis Mair.