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.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
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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