The title of this post is a verse from William Wordsworth's poem: Music of Nature and Mind.
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Things I should know
- Cristina
- Starea ta naturala (perfecţiunea) nu este nici entuziasmul, nici descurajarea. Starea ta naturală este liniştea. * Iubirea musei nu e pasională, e totală. Musa cunoaşte ceva asemănător adoraţiei, dar mai adânc, mai liniştit. Vă scriu din altă lume... * (Gellu Naum: Calea Şearpelui)
what a gorgeous line and image!
ReplyDeletethe poem itself no less so.
haha, i was thinking to make the next post about summer rain, but now i hover, none of my pictures is as refined as this one :-)
ReplyDeleteyou should be proud!
Hi, Cris,
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful post reminds me of a French poem, or at least the first two stanzas...
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville,
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?
O bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie
O le chant de la pluie!
........................
by Paul Verlaine
I can translate it for you, if you wish.
Rain is truly sad ... and so human sometimes...
Thank you, Pensum. Your words mean so much.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Wordsworth's poem is a gorgeous one.
Dear one,
ReplyDeleteI am proud that you like my photo, of course.
But I do not believe that your photos on rain are not as refined as the one that I posted.
you should show them to us, let us decide. you are biased. :)
Hi, Anonymous,
ReplyDeleteIndeed, my photo goes beautifully with Verlaine's poem.
Thank you for showing it to me. I used to know it until I forgot about it. :-)
cu cata gentilete tin cele doua suporturi tubul.
ReplyDeleteperfect.