As the poet said, ‘Only God can make a tree,’ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
– Woody Allen
Our modern maidens
Or just dejected stumps?
Photography, Poetry, quotes |
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Death will rise to greet me
Grieve not, for ’tis goodbye
Until we again rendezvous
*The Burial of the Dead is a poem by T.S. Eliot.
Photography, Poetry |
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To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
– Robert Frost; Birches
Stretching, twisting canary petals
continued, conquering all. Imagining
The Promised Land
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And though each word be wan and blurred
I’ll tap you till I die.
– Robert William Service; from ‘My Typewriter’
Like sweetest serenades
Of forgotten times
Abandoned words beckon
(Found this extraordinary piece of equipment in my college’s ECA (Extra Curricular Activity) room during the recently concluded Wordsmith 2012. Needless to say, it made for a fascinating subject. There are more photos but since this is my current favorite, I chose this to accompany the poetry. If you’d like to see some more photos of this delightful machine, just drop a line in the comments below. Thanks!)
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When the wild thought,
That she denies
And has forgot,
Set all her blood astir
And glittered in her eyes.
– William Butler Yeats; To A Young Girl
As spring dawns youth decries
time’s nefarious plans
Arrogance paves way for obliteration
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Uninnocent, these conversations start,
and then engage the senses,
only half-meaning to.
And then there is no choice,
and then there is no sense
– Conversation; Elizabeth Bishop
Your sylvan Gods won’t surmise
What puerile minds devised
A concert on each vernal freckle
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