to tell the beauty would decrease,
there is a syllableless sea
of which it is the sign
emily dickinson excerpted from part five: the single hound (cxxiv)
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14 comments:
Hi, nice picture.. the golden colour of the sign is beautiful :)
Peerless matching of image and words.
thanks matias - i saw it from fifty feet away. i couldn't resist drawing closer to see what it was. when i saw it was the late afternoon sun passing through a dead leaf i was stunned. steven
thankyou titus. emily is entirely peerless. steven
That picture says it all - without syllables!
Remarkable. Shining from within and without.
Glowing post, Steven.
there is always something to be found in her poetry which make such beautiful sense.
You caught that moment! Wow! There will never be another exactly like it - that is what is so wonderful about photography ... and merged with Emily Dickenson' words ... perfect!
Wow! At first glance I thought this was a stick on fire!
reya - the whole turning of the world, the return of light, and colour.... there it is. steven
jo - afire. steven
friko - she blows me away with her writing. i'm working my way through her "complete works" and there's some stuff i just can't be inside but some of it . . . . . steven
aguja thankyou. i was lucky but then i wonder when i'm drawn to a moment if it's not intended for me. steven
hey hope - it's a little part of the world on fire. glowing. steven
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