This poem was inspired by the scene in the photo. Such light. The photo does not come close to recreating that light. I had a cup of coffee while the sound of the water gurgled on.
yeah, that Thomas Gray was something else. I was always a fan of Whitman and Wordsworth, they both had that mystical quality that really gets me. These guys know that there are mysteries out there that we will never understand but they try to capture some tiny part of it.
This is why we write poetry, in the hope of capturing these things, sharing them and connecting. We all know it's a vain attempt but we can't help ourselves.
I swear we are all little Don Quixotes. Patris, have you read Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray? In my eye, one of the best poems ever written.
To see the scene was one of the highlights of my life. It is near L'Isle sur la Sorgue in Provence, France. We go there every year for a month of biking, hiking and eating.
“this is how it is / with every lit and unlit thing” - beautiful! Your poem makes me think of a picture I took the other day of one leaf casting a hole-punched shadow onto the intact leaf behind it. I hope you don’t mind if I send you a picture via DM!
This exactly. That thing just beyond the corner, or the trees.
Poetry has had power unlike any other written word for me - since I first read Whitman (a matter of geography) and Wordsworth.
And thank you for sending me to read Thomas Grays powerful words.
yeah, that Thomas Gray was something else. I was always a fan of Whitman and Wordsworth, they both had that mystical quality that really gets me. These guys know that there are mysteries out there that we will never understand but they try to capture some tiny part of it.
And yes, it’s quixotic but some succeed, as you do so beautifully.
So much beauty, and the poem catches it - like a light beam itself
This is why we write poetry, in the hope of capturing these things, sharing them and connecting. We all know it's a vain attempt but we can't help ourselves.
I swear we are all little Don Quixotes. Patris, have you read Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray? In my eye, one of the best poems ever written.
Gorgeous
To see the scene was one of the highlights of my life. It is near L'Isle sur la Sorgue in Provence, France. We go there every year for a month of biking, hiking and eating.
“this is how it is / with every lit and unlit thing” - beautiful! Your poem makes me think of a picture I took the other day of one leaf casting a hole-punched shadow onto the intact leaf behind it. I hope you don’t mind if I send you a picture via DM!
Thanks and now I'll have to find out what DM means.
It stands for direct message!
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