"Eyes, what are they? Colored glass where reflections come and pass.
Open windows--by them sit beauty, learning, love and wit."
~ Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I love this poem, but am in danger of misinterpreting its meaning.
To me it seems to address the issue of our obsessions with how others perceive us.
Like our distorted image in the reflection in a colored bottle, it is not us, it is not our truth rather an image of influenced by elements unique to the observer and beyond our control.
Look inside and clearly see your true beauty, you are unique and wonderful just as you are.
(This sketchbook page of a "Green Bottle" was done using Sennelier Watercolors in my Stillman & Birn "Zeta" Series Sketchbook.)
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