I wept last night alone for loves lost, missed chances, hopes unfulfilled and those who I have known who are now dead. For the grey grief of the turning globe.
It is not wrong, I think, to mourn. To deny would be to cut out half the world.
What is sad, I think, is not to move the mind from loss to life.
To miss the thrust of winter into spring.
We are as fragile as the raindrop on the petal. It is our curse to know. And perhaps our consolation.
So when from grey sky and black branches there falls a shower of song we bathe in the bliss that is the blessing of our death.
This is very moving and beautiful. Thankyou. I’ll leave the eloquence to you for today…
You’re getting pretty damn good with that macro lens, girl.
yes
Beautiful.
Gasp…how exquisite the photos and eloquent the words.
(I want, must have, need a macro lens! But the price is almost as much as the camera.)
> We are as fragile as the raindrop on the
> petal. It is our curse to know. And perhaps
> our consolation.
And the beginning of self knowledge.
Emily Dickinson once said:
“Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.”
now look what you’ve done…I’ve got to go downstairs and eat my dinner all weepy…but thank you
Oh yes. Wonderful photos, too.
Sorry rosie 🙂 hope it was good weepy not scritchy red-nose weepy.
SCV, it is always the case that some poet somewhere has said it better before. Had I known the Emily Dickinson there would have been no need for more. That is indeed beautiful.
Thank you all, there was a lovely light this morning and I had the camera with me, for a change.
I didn’t say she said it better 🙂
I know you didn’t, but I think we can agree that she’s certainly more succinct.
god, think what she could have accomplished if she’d had a blog!
Lovely post all-round. I’m sorry you were sad, but then again, as you say, sadness is not always a bad thing.
Beautiful beautiful beautiful.
Goldfinches are most magical birds.
Beautiful indeed. Many thanks for this post.