“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Who Said This?

"Something whispered something that was not even a word.
It was more like a silence that was understandable.

I was standing at the edge of the pond.

Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight.
And yet, the voice entered me,
my body, with so much happiness.

And there was nothing there
but the water, the sky, the grass."

(A poem from Mary Oliver's new book ~Red Bird~)

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Joan said...

I adore Mary Oliver. I will have to look for that book.

Madeline's Album said...

A lovely poem. The pictures are just great, I could picture myself standing my the pond. Very nice post. Have a great day. Madeline

Riki Schumacher said...

Beautiful post! Love the poem. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment.