withering as metaphor

By: pensum

Oct 29 2009

Category: photography


Focal Length:105mm
Shutter:1/0 sec
Camera:NIKON D90





2 comments on “withering as metaphor”

  1. ah so lovely, this dance –
    such sweet autumn songs no one can hear but they…

  2. Sun of autumn, thin and shy
    And fruit drops off the trees,
    Blue silence fills the peace
    Of a tardy afternoon’s sky.

    Death knells forged of metal,
    And a white beast hits the mire.
    Brown lasses uncouth choir
    Dies in leaves’ drifting prattle.

    Brow of God dreams of hues,
    Senses madness’ gentle wings.
    Round the hill wield in rings
    Black decay and shaded views.

    Rest and wine in sunset’s gleam,
    Sad guitars drizzle into night,
    And to the mellow lamp inside
    You turn in as in a dream.

    Whispered into Afternoon
    by Georg Trakl

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