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| O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! | |||||||||||
| Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise!  Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!  Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this; Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart.  Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. My soul is all but out of me, let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call -- Edna St. Vincent Millay | |||||||||||
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWell done! I love the big tree shots -- just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteListening to Johnny Cash's "Hurt" as I read this with your imagery...sure doesn't go with my scene outside. Bittersweet autumn!
ReplyDeleteI love the drama of this short poem and your pictures work beautifully with the words. I also looked back through the last post. 'Belinda's Dream' is a gorgeous rose!
ReplyDeleteStrangely, that such passion and beauty made me feel warm and calm. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem Hoover. And such beautiful autumn photo's. I love the bark of the tree on your last photo. Can you tell me the name this tree? I keep my fingers crossed for the people in your country who are dealing with the monster storm. Have a wonderful day Hoover.
ReplyDeleteWe all hope the Sandy storm is not as bad as expected.
DeleteThat last tree is Quercus suber, the Cork Oak. The bark is even more beautiful in person! I love that Oak.