Ode To Enchanted Light (Let us go then, you and I)

Ode To Enchanted Light

Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.

A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.

The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.

by Pablo Neruda

Posted by andasamo on August 26, 2009 10:38 PM
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Comments (6)

Kathy (Trekcapri):

Hi Anne, wonderful quote and photos. It's a great way to start off my morning.

Thanks so much for the beautiful thoughts and images.

Posted by Kathy (Trekcapri) | August 27, 2009 10:32 AM

Posted on August 27, 2009 10:32

Annie:

Perfect images for that perfect poem!

Posted by Annie | August 27, 2009 10:59 AM

Posted on August 27, 2009 10:59

Anne:

Thanks Kathy and Annie, I'm so glad you both enjoyed this. I came across the poem last night, and that top photo popped into my mind instantly! I love the image of the world as a glass overflowing, what joy and optimism and hope that line conveys.

Posted by Anne | August 27, 2009 3:09 PM

Posted on August 27, 2009 15:09

sandrac:

So very beautiful, Anne.

Posted by sandrac | August 27, 2009 4:46 PM

Posted on August 27, 2009 16:46

candi:

Love the shots, love the poem!

Posted by candi | August 27, 2009 10:24 PM

Posted on August 27, 2009 22:24

b_to_the_rad6:

you all suck you tree huggin hippies