My
Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks
these dark days of autumn rain
Are
beautiful as days can be;
She
loves the bare, the withered tree;
She
walked the sodden pasture lane.
Her
pleasure will not let me stay.
She
talks and I am fain to list:
She's
glad the birds are gone away,
She's
glad her simple worsted gray
Is
silver now with clinging mist.
The
desolate, deserted trees,
The
faded earth, the heavy sky,
The
beauties she so truly sees,
She
thinks I have no eye for these,
And
vexes me for reason why.
Not
yesterday I learned to know
The
love of bare November days
Before
the coming of the snow,
But
it were vain to tell her so,
And
they are better for her praise.
Robert
Frost
These photos are so eerie and beautiful... The fact that you explore abandoned places makes you just really really cool... Especially because you make such lovely, creepy photos of them. Also, dude, this is your everyday life?! Erg you are just... no. this is too cool.
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Thank you!! I'm really not very cool at all, haha, I just live in a gorgeous place and have a lot of free time ;)
DeleteLove these photos! The doll is so creepy though.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Very creepy, yes; I thought it was a dead body when first I saw it !!
Deleteawesomely haunted photos! My favourite kind of course! I've never read Robert Frost before. But that is such a beautiful poem. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteFrost is one of my favorites, being a fellow gloomy Vermonter and all! Glad you like the poem :)
DeleteI cannot believe that you chance upon crazy creepy dolls and cool old tattered flags on your romps about town. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteI can easily see how you thought that was a dead body at first - what a hair raising fright that must have caused you. It's beautiful - sorrowful in a sense, but very beautiful. How special that you were able to take her out in the world and shower her with affection once again.
ReplyDelete♥ Jessica