Albert Renger-Patzsch, Mountain Forest in Winter, 1926
Image/text(source: lushlight)(via invisiblestories reblogged arsvitaest)
“Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.
Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.
On each,
fetched home into its today,
and I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.”
Image/text(source: lushlight)(via invisiblestories reblogged arsvitaest)
“Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.
Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.
On each,
fetched home into its today,
and I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.”
4 comments:
many thanks for sharing this wonderful post -- words, image, music --
Thank you, Kelly for always checking in and leaving lovely comments!
beautiful poem and photo....I found your link at Aesthetic work..so nice to meet you:)
LauraX,
Thanks for visiting. I love the direction you have chosen for your work. Lovely blogs -happy to find you.
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