|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
Well done! I love the big tree shots -- just beautiful!ReplyDelete
Listening to Johnny Cash's "Hurt" as I read this with your imagery...sure doesn't go with my scene outside. Bittersweet autumn!ReplyDelete
I 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!ReplyDelete
Strangely, that such passion and beauty made me feel warm and calm. Lovely!ReplyDelete
A 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.ReplyDelete
We all hope the Sandy storm is not as bad as expected.Delete
That last tree is Quercus suber, the Cork Oak. The bark is even more beautiful in person! I love that Oak.