An abstract illustration for Hy Sobiloff's poem "Shells"
Driven from the sea by calloused tides, How prettily they lie Stretched out in rows upon my shelf! I give each shell a name And feelings to replace it's emptiness - Poor shells, so dispossessed From the loud, possessive, passionate sea! - That I come to pick up By chance along a long and sandy shore, Fragments of a coral dynasty Now banished and uncoiled, then flung Through the thought-spinning years.
PhoArtry: a selection of illustrated poems