1/100s, f/2.8, ISO 3200, 115mm
I want to be lost among
your thoughts
the way you listen to New York City
when you fall asleep
Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Meanwhile in New York City
Poem for a Saturday
1/160s (bracketed HDR), f/5.6, ISO 800, 30mm
Encounter
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness.
And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand.
That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going?
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
Czeslaw Milosz (1936)
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