If I Were A Flower

Artwork and poem by Maryla Wilson
If I Were A Flower  

    I Would Whisper

        Pink Petals Into Your Heart...

I Kiss The Lips

       I Kiss The Hand I Adore
       I Kiss The Tender Neck
    I Kiss The Lips I Long For
I Kiss The Moment Of Nostalgia
extract from poem by maryla wilson

Wispy Long Hair

ectract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Suddenly the wind breaks out.

Wispy long hair following
it's dance.

Fresh breath of air frolicking
with midnight's sky.

Seductive lushes lips glowing
in the moonlight sonatas.

Nicolaus Copernicus

Mikołaj Kopernik (1473–1543)
born in Toruń (Thorn), Poland
Nicolaus Copernicus - in Latin
Painting below by Matejko
           Born in the year of 1473 in the city of Toruń.
Mikołaj Kopernik in the Latin language 
presented as Nicolaus Copernicus.
          The greatest astronomer of Polish lands.
          Dually celebrated and condemned
          by humanity of his times.
Charged and prosecuted by the Catholic church
for heresy.
          Shaking the course of Europe with epochal 
book of his own creation "De revolutionibus orbium
coelestium", The Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres,
          known as the Copernican Revolution.
Astronomy figured merly his avocation.       .
His theories supported by the great Galileo Galilei.
          Scientists of the future heroldinig his great influences.
          Presently being the toast of scientific world.
He is the one who told the world of our planet Earth.
Claiming it is not the center of the universe, nor is it flat.
          Presenting the solar system as humanity views it today.
 I visited his home in Toruń, the privilege is mine, I'm sure.
                   (poem by maryla wilson)

Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Nicolaus Copernicus

Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

The porteait that may depict
William Shakespeare. Maryla Wilson
paying tribute to William Shakespeare
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young.
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both side thus is simple truth suppress'd:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
Oh! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Sonnet 138 from "The Passionate Pilgrim"
            by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnet 144 Two Loves

        1931  I s a c - F r i e d l a n d e r
Wood Engraving to Shakespeare's Sonnet 144. 
Maryla Wilson paying tribute to William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Shakespeare's Sonnet 144  "Two Loves"
from "The Passionate Pilgrim"