Rock County Historical Society

http://www. youtube. com / watch? v = rkdBoV6wvSIHo wrote a poem about this work of art (by Carol Cohen) today. After writing the poem that the artist via email, and she turned to me in an hour. As you can see a sort of – the waves “of the piece is not painted words. So I asked what those words were. The following is the story… Text” Little Compton – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – Seaconnet, RI … August 22 1869Tre or four weeks ago, during the second pass of the month in July, I accepted an invitation to visit the house of a poet who lives not far from the sea-cliffs and pristine beaches found along the southeastern edge domain of the waves washed Little Rhody, a wild section of the device known by its Aboriginal land as Seaconnet, or the “den of seabirds. Avoid the path to the stage and take a private transport, with the arrival Bristol Ferry Boat ago from Providence, I crossed the stone bridge and drove along the road near the coast to the seaside house where dinner was due to a road tempo.Era old, old, innocent of the stages or steps of the rail, loitering with his time off, surrounded by pastures and wheat fields and old farms and old orchards, their gnarled branches bent and twisted, as we approached the end of the earth, the cold wind the sea swept over them in winter, and seeing the forest enchanted by the demons in the illustrations of Dore Inferno ‘. Now, the road is lost in the often wild elderberry bushes and pink and purple orchids, white hair overshadowed by willows and vines, and now has opened a broad view of the sea of dark blue who made the leap of the heart with his sudden splendore.E ‘was a cozy home that welcomed me to this beautiful July afternoon. How cool and refreshing than an inhabitant of the city were suffocating vapor wind blowing through the fields mowed and all the wild roses that lined the road. How pleasant breath of fresh root floating in the night through the window always open! There is a charm ineffable in life we do here – so free, so wild social, so soft, so soft! sometimes walk to the shore and listen to the pulse of the sea, sometimes climbs the stairs of a granite rock overlooking the ocean, on a colossal scale, covered with short grass and vine embroidery red mulberry fruit for the season is late here and lentamente.Per fruits ripen all the gold in the evening sit on the threshold of vines and wild roses packaging – more gardens and freshly cut wheat fields and pastures, the dark line of forest which borders the eastern horizon .** (Extracts from the diary of Sarah Helen Whitman, 1869, as contained in an anthology, “Notes on Little Compton, “written by Benjamin Franklin Wilbour, edited and published by DC Brownell Little Compton Historical Society, 1970) (Note by Carol Cohen, Sarah Helen Whitman was a poet of Providence, RI half of 1800 that at some point in their Life was involved – courted by – Edgar Allan Poe. You can do a library search of his poems published. Seaconnet Sakonnet or part of Little Compton RI is still very beautifully the same as it was then, except for cars. It is the city easternmost of RI, in eastern Bay State, which belonged to the Plymouth Colony MA MI fa.OH GODNon long I never wanted to post a video I wanted to post imbarazzantehttp SCULPTURE: / / www. carolcohen. com / graphics / cc_swimmer. jpgIl my idiot moment of the day. That video was that anyway? Oh Lord. I need a nap.