Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Entranced


When I noticed this fence around the graveyard, I had to take a photo. I've become entranced by fences.

Musing:
When death comes by Mary Oliver
"When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

9 comments:

  1. Hah! I have a couple very similar to this! I am trying to work out what to do with my Mudgee work: think it involves another blog which I was working on at 4am ...

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  2. I love fence posts too. Something about the texture of the wood...

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  3. To be entranced by fences surely you would need a gate.

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  4. Hey, I've got lots of pictures of gates. Just trying to figure out what to do with them. This blog is already stuffed full with fences and Royal Hotels.

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  5. Gorgeous detail shot! Love the colours and the moss on the wood. Beautiful!

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  6. me too, me too. fences. gates. more fences. more gates. rotten wood. rusty metal. me too, me too.

    hm, kind of a poem I did.

    I will post a gate without a fence tonight. :-)

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  7. I have bitten the bullet and started a travel blog ... now I have a home for my photos from Mudgee last weekend ... and the first three posts are of ... fences ... It wont just be the local countryside though ... I have Melbourne ... and I have Central Oz ... and I have Italy ... and I have France ... and London ... and a noose for my own neck ... oh gawd ...

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  8. Julie, that would be blog no 4? Puh, I hardly manage to do one blog ... let's have a look ...

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