driftwood sculpture, lesser slave lake, alberta, august 2010
sunset & reflection, lesser slave lake, alberta, august 2010* * *
A land not mine, still
forever memorable,
the waters of its ocean
chill and fresh.
.
Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk,
and the air drunk, like wine,
late sun lays bare
the rosy limbs of the pinetrees.
.
Sunset in the waves of ether:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again.
.
.
(this translation by Jane Kenyon)
2 comments:
To this poem: yeah.
I'm pleased at how sculpturelike and deliberate our driftwood hoard looks in this shot. The top piece is a glinting scythe.
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