I lifted my head


Pencil on textured paper;       590mm W x 790mm H

The constant conversation between Reason and Imagination.

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Height (CM) = 89

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 74

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

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‘Last night,

I groaned under the bitter sternness of Reason

She would not let me look up, or smile, or hope;

She could not rest

unless I were altogether crushed, cowed,

broken in, and broken down


Reason might be right;

yet no wonder we are glad at times to defy her,

to rush from under her rod

and give a truant hour to Imagination;

our divine Hope

We shall and must break bounds at intervals,

despite the terrible revenge that awaits our return


Often has Reason turned me out by night,

in mid-winter, on cold snow,

flinging for sustenance the gnawed bone,

dogs had forsaken;

sternly as she vowed,

her stores held nothing more for me,

harshly denied my right to ask better things


Then looking up,

I saw in the sky a head amidst circling stars,

of which the midmost and the brightest lent a ray,

sympathetic and attent

Imagination has descended with quiet flight to the waste,

bringing all around her a sphere of air borrowed of eternal summer,

bringing perfume of flowers which cannot fade,

fragrance of trees whose fruit is life,

bringing breezes pure

from a world whose day needs no sun to lighten it


A composite feeling of blended strength and pain

wound itself wirily round my heart,

sustained or restrained it’s throbbings,

and made me fit for the day’s work

I lifted my head’


VaL Smit ©

CYAN: An Anthology of Confessional Poetry, University of Gour Banga