Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Lines for Winter by Mark Strand

Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs

that you love what you are.

Friday, October 16, 2015

The Beautiful Changes by Richard Wilbur


One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of
you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that
says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding,
to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to
wonder

Tuesday, September 8, 2015




                          The Crow Knows, a digital art work by Maureen Kavaney Tillman. This piece and other digital work is available at FineArtAmerica.com

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Blessing the Boats by Lucille Clifton


(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back    may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence

sail through this to that

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Lines for Winter by Mark Strand



Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs

that you love what you are.

Monday, November 24, 2014


"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk!  he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky."
-   Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line 238

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My ETSY shop is open again!

I have finally opened my ETSY shop again after having it closed for 4 months while I moved. Much of my work was in storage for 2 years so it hasn't been available all that time. But I have it all together now thankfully. I still have a lot of work I will be listing in coming months that was in galleries previously and never available on ETSY so I am excited about that. I need to get my camera out and start photographing it all for the listings. Here are a few samples of my collage and jewelry work from my ETSY shop.

Come visit! https://www.etsy.com/shop/MaureenTillman?ref=si_shop











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