Can you not sometimes feel how all pasts
grow light, when you’ve lived a while,
how they gently prepare you for amazement,
companion each feeling with images,—
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Singer Sings Before a Child of Princes,” The Book of Images, Trans. Edward Snow.
Notes:
- Photo: DK @ Daybreak, 6:08 a.m., 35° F. March 26, 2021. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
- Poem Source: Thank you The Vale of Soul-Making
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Ethereal…
Ethereal. DK repeats it 5x. Just slides off tongue. Love that word.
Me, too! Adore onomatopoeia….
O.n.o.m.a.t.o.p.o.e.i.a. Repeat
😉
Hi David! Happy Easter 🙂
If you love onomatopoeia you can read some italian poetry by Giovanni Pascoli or Gabriele D’annunzio.
Hugs
Vicky
I will check them out! Thank you!
There’s magic in the air…
There is!
Yes, I feel this way more and more. And your wonderfully atmospheric photo is the perfect visual description. Good morning.
Thank you Nan. Good morning.
an excellent description of this –
Yes….
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Images make the point … “Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Singer Sings Before a Child of Princes,” The Book of Images, Trans. Edward Snow.”