a narrow fellow in the grass
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- James Owens
- Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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13 comments:
Ugh!!! Too close!
Great shot!
Madness, what a fantastic view. What a beauty! Is she dangerous? ... hardly ... because, then who the picture set here?
What a beautiful snake? Must be warm if they are coming out already...
I'm sorry, I'm so afraid of snakes that I can't look at them without fear even when they are not dangerous. I admire you to be so courageous to take a photo!
Anne
Did you really take this??
Colleen: Too close? You're one of those people who just doesn't like snakes?
Isabella: "A little madness now and then / Is relished by the wisest men" :-) No, she is harmless! Not venomous, and probably couldn't bite me very well even if she wanted to ... and she would rather not....
LadyFi: It has been warm the past few days (at last). The year's first snake is the most certain sign of spring....
Anne: Thank you ... but she isn't dangerous....
Sorlil: Yes, I did, yesterday afternoon ... lying on my belly, the camera about a foot from her face :-)
superba fotografie
I think it's a gorgeous snake. I take a lot of snake photos when I go out on walks. Whenever I post them, most people are horrified, but I love them! Great shot, James, and I love the Emily Dickinson title.
I peeked quickly, sorry!
It actually looks slightly comical close up but it's making my hands go all clammy!
Aripi de fluture: Mulțumesc. Îti plac șerpii?
Gigi: You must have been a tomboy, growing up But snakes are beautiful, strong and ancient, perfect creatures….
Renee: Thank you
Sorlil: Close-up, this snake resembles the python Kaa, in The Jungle Book….
a wily fellow indeed ...
another one, you will see why :-)
Viaţa mea se iluminează (de Nichita Stanescu)
Părul tău e mai decolorat de soare,
regina mea de negru şi de sare.
Ţărmul s-a rupt de mare şi te-a urmat
ca o umbră, ca un şarpe dezarmat.
Trec fantome ale verii în declin,
corăbiile sufletului meu marin.
Şi viaţa mea se iluminează,
sub ochiul tău verde la amiază,
cenuşiu ca pământul la amurg.
Oho, alerg şi salt şi curg.
Mai lasă-mă un minut,
Mai lasă-mă o secundă,
Mai lasă-mă o frunză, un fir de nisip.
Mai lasă-mă o briză, o undă.
Mai lasă-mă un anotimp, un an, un timp.
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