Lady, weeping at the crossroads {9}

"promise broken," by painting by Kris Lewis

Put your hand behind the wainscot,
You have done your part;
Find the penknife there and plunge it
Into your false heart.

~WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {8}

"the black gold futures," painting by Kris Lewis

Cross the silent ballroom,
Doubt and danger past;
Blow the cobwebs from the mirror
See yourself at last.

~WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {7}

"angeles forest," painting by Kris Lewis

There stands the deserted castle
Ready to explore;
Enter, climb the marble staircase,
Open the locked door.

~WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {6}

"feathers," painting by Kris Lewis

Push on to the world's end, pay the
Dread guard with a kiss,
Cross the rotten bridge that totters
Over the abyss.

~WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {5}

"lake," painting by Kris Lewis

Wear out patience in the lowest
Dungeons of the sea,
Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
For the golden key.

WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {4}

"fighting the tides," painting by Kris Lewis

Run until you hear the ocean's
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry.

WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"

Lady, weeping at the crossroads {3}

"winterlast," painting by Kris Lewis

Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.

WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"