Thursday, September 22, 2005

Dying of the light

You shall ask
What good are dead leaves
And I will tell you
They nourish the sore earth.
You shall ask
What reason is there for winter
And I will tell you
To bring about new leaves.
You shall ask
Why are the leaves green
And I will tell you
Because they are rich with life.
You shall ask
Why must summer end
And I will tell you
So that the leaves can die.

from Many Winters by Nancy Wood,
Bantam Doubleday Dell Books for Young Readers

photo of Autumn Leaves by John Millais,
1855-56, oil on canvas, Manchester City Art Galleries


Blogger ParisLondres said...

Beautiful words and I love the painting.


7:25 AM  
Blogger red-queen said...

Thank you!

7:54 AM  
Blogger Bela said...

For years, every time I visited London, I would rush to the Tate on the first day and zoom downstairs to the Pre-Raphaelites rooms to see my favourite paintings. It was a kind of ritual.

Lovely poem too. :-)

8:45 PM  
Blogger katiedid said...

Beautiful painting, D. I am unfamiliar with both the artist of it, and the author of that poem. Sigh. And yet I can name by sight so many of the various reality tv contestants. I am hopelessly uncultured, so thank you for that bright spark of class today, D. Those are wonderful choices you paired together.

10:26 PM  
Blogger red-queen said...

We all have our gifts. Every time i visit your blog, i'm astounded at how little i know about our current culture. And i find your sharp eye and scathing wit the perfect lens through which to view it, too :>)

9:20 AM  
Blogger mireille said...

a beautiful post. xoxo

4:58 PM  
Blogger ParisLondres said...

Hope you are feeling better dear D! As I mentioned to you yesterday - please go to my blog as you have been tagged!!

Mwah and big hug!

8:14 AM  
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1:18 PM  
Blogger dreamz_verity said...

beautiful poem.I feel that the leaves r metaphor for life.

1:22 PM  

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