Saturday, September 6, 2008

Sylvia loves me

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Excerpt from Sylvia Plath's "Mushrooms"


Jessica Stier said...
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Jessica Stier said...

What a beautiful illustration for Sylvia's beautifully descriptive poem!!!


Mary said...

Yes, it is odd how they just appear overnight, isn't it? Great shot -- very moody lighting! And I love the poem. :)

Country Girl said...

Hey, I just got up and read this. I took it during magic hour, you know that hour before the sun goes down and everything is just golden? When I opened it up in Photoshop, I noticed how moody and dark it looked. Hence the Sylvia Plath. She sometimes had those tendencies, didn't she?

dlyn said...

I think if you look up "dark and moody" in the dictionary, there is a picture of Sylvia Path, right?

Great shot! Am I being petty if your photo blog is breaking my heart this week? ;)

Country Girl said...

Mornin, Dlyn. Not at all. I think of you and not having your camera whenever I take a pic. I'm so sorry.

Adventure girl wanna be said...

I love this one. Simple. Cute.

I have grown attached to checking your site. I really love your photography and your wit!

Wanna help me decide what dress to wear?

Kerri said...

WOW! Fabulous shot of the mushroom!!