Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant [...]
Categories: photography,poem
Tagged: beloved, crown, Death, Dom Agius, Heaven, love, nobility, poem, remember, Royal, Sara Teasdale, shadow, sleep
Leise flehen meine Lieder Durch die Nacht zu dir; In den stillen Hain hernieder, Liebchen, komm zu mir! Flüsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen In des Mondes Licht; Des Verräters feindlich Lauschen Fürchte, Holde, nicht. Hörst die Nachtigallen schlagen? Ach! sie flehen dich, Mit der Töne süßen Klagen Flehen sie für mich. Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen, [...]
Categories: music,photography,word
Tagged: At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore, beloved, dear, Franz Schubert, hear me, Ludwig Rellstab, Marta Eggerth, Michael P. Rosewall, Serenade, Song, sound, Ständchen, Stefania Bonatelli, sweet
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that [...]
Categories: photography,poem
Tagged: Alex Dunstan, Another Man Magazine, arms, beloved, each day, extinguished, forget, forgotten, Hedi Slimane, If You Forget Me, LIVE, Pablo Neruda, remember, seek
A Robin Redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make a cherub cease to sing. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. Images: © Håvard Flaatten, courtesy of the artist Poem: Three Things to Remember by William Blake (1757 [...]
Categories: photography,word
Tagged: beloved, cherub, Håvard Flaatten, Heaven, little, Rage, Redbreast, Robin, sing, Three Things to Remember, William Blake, wing
