Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by –
“Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly –
I stole them from a Bee -
Because – Thee –
Sweet plea –
He pardoned me!
To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
(All poems by Emily Dickinson. All photographs by Anvita Lakhera.)
2 comments:
nice!
And I really like your wren.
:)
Thanks Ainara. Despite best efforts wasn't able to photograph the wren that visited our balcony (till recently)...so this was the best I could come up with.
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