Friday, June 09, 2006

a Winged Passion*


...a Winged Passion woke, and, one by one
dreaming in marble all the castle lay,
there fell upon the night, like angel's tears,
like some gigantic ghost-flower born of night,
the syllables of that mysterious prayer,
blossoming in white towers to the moon,
soft sighed the passionate darkness to the tune
of the unearthly sweetness of a rose
swam upward from the troubled heart of May.

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* All apologies to e.e. cummings [ "Of Nicolette" ]

8 comments:

Marcia said...

that's beautiful!

(both the photo and the poem pairing)

yellowdog granny said...

awe.......

michelle said...

nice about the roses

Crazy Dan said...

That place is haunted man, and you got a picture of it. Thats sweet, good job.

Tracy said...

You have my name in a title! :)

what a gorgeous picture! Not unlike myself! :)

Have a great day, Oti!

Noi Rocker said...

Beautiful. As always..

e etomi said...

Nice combination. Tells the story

Gerry said...

the ESB! now, *that's* something we don't often see on this blog. it's really a wonderful picture, as always. thank you!