I came across this poem in my readings today and it reminded me of these photos.
You Will Remember
You will rememberand sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You'll remember the bouquet you picked,shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
by Pablo Neruda
Lovely words, perfect pictures. For some reason, the last one tugs at my heart a lot. I think the quiet stillness in it is something I'd like to carry around with me.
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I like your words and Pamrla's comment on them ..
ReplyDeleteHmm. There is that dang flying saucer again. Didn't you ever report it?
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