Skip to main content

Popular Poplars (3 of 3)


Late afternoonm, at the school, Molong

Musing:
There's a certain slant of light by Emily Dickinson
"There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
Labels:

Comments

  1. JulieMay 29, 2009 at 7:54 AM

    Talk about keeping the best 'til last: this is breath-taking. The use you have made of the light is magical.

    And what can one say about Dickenson: she interleaves the two "lights" so dexterously that they meld in meaning.

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousMay 29, 2009 at 10:00 AM

    Wow. The light made the scene magical. Gee, I love autumn light!

    ReplyDelete
  3. PaulaMay 29, 2009 at 12:01 PM

    I hope you stopped to twirl a time or two in the midst of all those fallen leaves, JE.
    I like the red rule. I used it in my Fuel posting but you have to look closely for one of them because Blogger has a tendency to wash things out.

    ReplyDelete
  4. JennyMay 29, 2009 at 3:38 PM

    Gorgeous! Postcard stuff.

    ReplyDelete
  5. UnknownMay 29, 2009 at 10:39 PM

    This looks like a fine painting! Absolutely gorgeous! Great work, J.E.!

    ReplyDelete
  6. MartinaMay 30, 2009 at 5:54 AM

    Nice use of shadow geometry. Geometry of shadows?

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Larras Lee

We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything.  Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this.  The roadside monument says: In Memory of  WILLIAM LEE  (1794 - 1870)  of "Larras Lake"  a pioneer of the sheep  and cattle industry  and first member for  Roxburgh under responsible  government (1856 - 1859).  This stone was erected  by his descendants.  --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an increase in his land to 300 acres. William developed a r
9 comments
Read more

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog -  My Bright Field  - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.
Post a Comment
Read more

Coolibah?

Is that a Coolibah tree beside the abandoned house? Every Australian knows about Coolibah trees because the bush ballad Waltzing Matilda is nigh on our unoffical national anthem but most of us live nowhere near the inland where they grow. Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
13 comments
Read more