wings
Under a picture
Swarming of ravens over a wheat billow.
Blue of which heaven? The higher? Neither?
Late arrow that the soul released.
Louder whirring. Nearer glow. This world and the other.
Paul Celan
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I like the blue tint, beautiful when you see the wings spread out like that. Always an unsettling experience seeing so many birds in a desolate location.
Beautiful images James!
Anna :)
ooooh
you have killed me!!!!!!!!!
When ever I see flock of birds I always think about the book Jonathan Livington Seagull and one of my favorite parts in the movie Indiana Jones Last Cursade where his father scared a bunch of seagulls to save their lives. He says to Indy " I just remembered Mi Salamain (sp?)
"Let my armies be the rocks and the trees, and the birds in the sky"
Marion: I can spend a day, watching a flock of birds flow back and forth over an empty field -- their unison a beauty I can never match or comprehend....
Anna: Thank you! :-)
Roxana: Este drept -- ma amintind că ai omorît pe mine cât de adesea!!!!
musicwithinyou: Everybody, I think, looks at these flocks and finds a mirror....
:-)
e drept aşa - a better way to say that is the expression: suntem chit
îmi amintesc cât de des m-ai omorât tu pe mine!!!
(how often you've killed me)
îmi amintesc că m-ai omorât şi tu atât de des
(that you've killed me so often as well)
'suntem chit' means 'we're even' :-)
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