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poetry, sliver oil painting, landscape metaphor, time lost, time eternal


Two of Lewis’ poems inspired this painting: Fossil, 1919 “I found a little ancient fern Closed in a reddish shale concretion, As neatly and a charmingly set in As my grandmother’s face In a round apricot velvet case. “ Fossil, 1975 “Changed and not changed. Three million years. This sunlight-summoned little fern Closed in a cenotaph of silt Lies in my hand, secret and safe. In quiet dark transformed to stone, Cell after cell to crystal grown, The pattern stays, the substance gone…. Changed and not changed. The spirit hears In drifting fern the morning air.”