Dinesh's photos

There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself; Finite Infinity. "There is a Solitude of space" ~ Emily Dickinson

In the years to come they will say, “They fell like the leaves In the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.” November has come to the forest, To the meadows where we picked the cyclamen. The year fades with the white frost On the brown sedge in the hazy meadows, .............. Disheveled maples hang over the water; Deep gold sunlight glistens on the shrunken stream. Somnolent trout move through pillars of brown and gold. The yellow maple leaves eddy above them, Excerpt: "Falling leaves & early snow" ~ Kenneth Rexroth

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn. Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come. Excerpt: "Let the evening come" ~ Jane Kenyon

Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. Excerpt: "Into the Twilight" ~ William Butler Yeats

Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge and affirm that it is fitting and delicious to lose everything. Excerpt: "Affirmation" ~ Donald Hall

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HWW to all

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are Insisting always on our own way so. She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, .......... Excerpt: "Fallen Tree" ~ Robert Frost

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. ~ Mark Strand poets.org/poet/mark-strand

Yes, there is a fence.....! HFF to you all

“Est-ce que vous pourriez supporter la vie que vous avez?” – “Can you bear the life that you have?” ~ Lacan

Woodpecker's signature

After the overnight snow