Saturday, May 4, 2013

A Sentence from a Poem

Petals, 2013

This light, young as it never will be again.

A sentence from a poem, Going Home Day, from a volume of poetry I bought this morning, Leaving Yuba City by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni.
Posted by Denise | Chez Danisse at 7:43 PM
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  1. KateMay 5, 2013 at 3:15 AM

    I enlarged your photo and sat with it as I sipped my morning coffee in an unusually quiet house. The light in your photo is beautiful, as is the sentence. The light here this morning is changing constantly as an erratic wind pushes clouds at intervals over the sun. I hope your Sunday is a good one.

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    1. Denise | Chez DanisseMay 6, 2013 at 9:38 AM

      I'd like a short video of that peaceful moment. Just beautiful, Kate.

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  2. nadine paduartMay 5, 2013 at 3:35 AM

    perfick...
    and funnily enough, as i write this, the serendipity with h.e. bates' DARLING BUDS OF MAY {pop larkin}, ... .
    this is may.
    light is stunning.
    n♥

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    1. Denise | Chez DanisseMay 6, 2013 at 9:38 AM

      Thanks, n. More beautiful light here this morning. Hoping the same for you.

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  3. AnonymousMay 5, 2013 at 5:14 AM

    On Robert Creeley's gravestone:

    look
    at
    the
    light
    of
    this
    hour

    Mt. Auburn Cemetary

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  4. kate on the islandMay 5, 2013 at 1:34 PM

    The petals are their own poem, words are waiting for me.

    You inspire.

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    1. Denise | Chez DanisseMay 6, 2013 at 9:40 AM

      The fresh fallen petals might have been prettier than the peonies in full bloom. Enjoy your words, kate.

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  5. Michele | Cooking At HomeMay 5, 2013 at 4:23 PM

    Beautiful.

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  6. JanisMay 5, 2013 at 9:04 PM

    Your photo and the line from the poem make a perfect pair.

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  7. GraciaMay 7, 2013 at 5:08 AM

    I do so greatly like that line. The low light of autumn here feels just like that to me. And it sums up the feel of days of late. Of course, now, I must find out more about its companion lines. Thank-you for this gentle nudge and inspiration.

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  8. LouiseMay 9, 2013 at 1:23 PM

    Beautifully combined, words and image. Thank you!

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  9. Elsa MayMay 9, 2013 at 10:50 PM

    exquisite and a lovely capture of young light in your photograph.

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  10. annamaria potamitiMay 12, 2013 at 10:06 AM

    The seed being born with it's own end in mind.
    The paradox at the core of our lives, but beautifully framed. Is it beauty that in the end makes it all bearable?

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  11. Daniela GrimburgMay 12, 2013 at 10:14 AM

    Beautiful.
    The poetry, the picture, the mood.
    Thanks for sharing, Denise!

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  12. LeciawpMay 13, 2013 at 4:33 PM

    You always make me think. Thank you. Loved the last post, too. xo

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  13. amelia from z tasty lifeMay 15, 2013 at 1:19 PM

    lovely, and oh, so nostalgic

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  14. Anne MarieMay 22, 2013 at 2:41 PM

    Beautiful poem and a very beautiful photo.

    I love the golde light on the petals & the striped shadows

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