Monday, April 27, 2009

As the Waves Crash the Shore



(An image I took of a couple overlooking San Francisco.)


Sonnet VIII

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby
waking -- continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,

not the yellow moment
when autumn climbs up through the vines;
if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,

oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
sand, time, the tree of the rain,

everything is alive so that I can be alive:
without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.

Pablo Neruda

3 comments to Cher:

Kelly said...

Beautiful photograph. I am always too afraid to have my photographs too dark, but you do it so artfully.

Stanis said...

"oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
sand, time, the tree of the rain,
" lovely poem to accompany a lovely picture. i love the imagery, the connotations. thanks for sharing.

Cherilyn Ferroggiaro said...

Thank you very much :) Have a beautiful day.

-Cher

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