Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Eliot (The Waste Land)
I think these lines from Eliot are possibly one of the most stunning pieces of poetry ever written.
ReplyDeleteYour picture is very unreal, a little scary in fact!
oh no, i think it's full of wonder. and not unlike the hand pic, reminds of a fifties movie. what's on roxana's viewing list these days!?
ReplyDeleteit reminds me of a thing i did years ago, working with an architectural florist, taking pictures of a wee girl as if she was a fairy
blinded by the light
ReplyDeleteHyacinth Girl,
ReplyDeleteThis may be my favorite bit of Eliot. And the photo, this endless moment of gazing at the horizon, the eternity just before apotheosis....
I know, Sorlil. stunning, and even this is not the right word for it. 'scary'? I don't see it like this myself, but I understand why it could have this effect on other people.
ReplyDeleteswiss, I haven't had any time for films lately, for anything actually... but if it is a fifties movie, then it should be good :-)
ReplyDeleteand where are those pictures?
lotus, dear, yes. blinded by the light.
ReplyDeletejames, your favourite bit of eliot? :-) and you are touching the very core of the matter: 'just before'.
ReplyDeleteThe Waste Land is such an amazing masterpiece... My favorite by Eliot for sure.
ReplyDeleteJe suis deux ans trop tard, Hyacinthe.
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