Wednesday, December 29, 2004


Weed Bending
Weed Bending,
originally uploaded by slandete.

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

(W. B. Yeats, "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven", you can read the whole poem here).

Nothing worth mentioning except these verses, they have been in my head for the best part of 3 months, coming and going as they please in the least expected moments as if they had their own will and were trying to tell me something. If so, I have not yet deciphered the message, I am not able read between the lines, they are for me just some of the most beautiful lines ever written; wether there is more to the picture I can not say.

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