Today’s post for the letter “I” is a line from Robert Frost’s poem “Good Hours”.
I borrow lines from poems and illustrate them in my sketchbook.
Often, my drawings have nothing to do with what the poem is really about. I just love the words.
I love the feeling the words create.
Sometimes it’s only one line.
Sometimes it’s only one phrase.
I pick lines from poems like flowers from a garden.
Only the ones that stir my heart are taken.
“I saw no window but that was black.”