Monday, February 7, 2011

the sign



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)

14 comments:

Dejemonos sorprender said...

Hi, nice picture.. the golden colour of the sign is beautiful :)

Titus said...

Peerless matching of image and words.

steven said...

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

steven said...

thankyou titus. emily is entirely peerless. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

That picture says it all - without syllables!

Jo said...

Remarkable. Shining from within and without.

Glowing post, Steven.

Friko said...

there is always something to be found in her poetry which make such beautiful sense.

aguja said...

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!

hope said...

Wow! At first glance I thought this was a stick on fire!

steven said...

reya - the whole turning of the world, the return of light, and colour.... there it is. steven

steven said...

jo - afire. steven

steven said...

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

steven said...

aguja thankyou. i was lucky but then i wonder when i'm drawn to a moment if it's not intended for me. steven

steven said...

hey hope - it's a little part of the world on fire. glowing. steven