On a walk to Congress Square in Friday's storm, this mustard store with its blood red trim caught my eye. How about yours?Happy Birthday yesterday, February 27, 1807, to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I thought this poem of his fit the mood.
SNOW-FLAKES
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair.
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
Absolutely an eye catcher and the snow just adds soooo much to the photo.
ReplyDeleteGood to start the day with a beautiful poem too.
Beautiful words, it's a lovely poem.I'm delighted by this picture, amazing moment there!
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What fabulous colors for this building. A bit unusual, but stunning.
ReplyDeleteLove the picture. It is always fun to capture the snow flakes.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I like poems about grief and dispair. but oh well. MB
The scene is so typical of this winter, isn't it? You found a great image to depict a winter day. I especially like these lines in the poem:
ReplyDeleteSilent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
That store is the pefect backdrop for this photo. This is so great!
ReplyDeleteThe yellow building does stand out! This shot is great in the snow.
ReplyDeleteThis is captivating...the big snow flakes, the brilliant colors and the entrance on the corner. Glad I could experience it this way rather than freezing my phalanges in person. : )
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful: colors, composition, more snow... HW left us with much to remember him...
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Lovely poem and a wonderful paint job on that building! It really does stand out in the snow.
ReplyDeleteSuper snow shot and a lovely poem to accompany it!
ReplyDeleteThat is not a photograph: it is a still unknown painting of Gustave Caillebotte, the snowy twin of his 'Rainy day'!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this fabulous mustard storefront with the snowflakes swirling. It's marvelous. The poem...........not that was an extra pleasure. Sorry you're snowed under. The invitation to Birmingham is still open.
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Love Longfellow. The poem fits the mood of this photo perfectly!
ReplyDeleteWonderful image. The poem is a great bonus.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't forget Frost's Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. ...and miles to go before I sleep / and miles to go before I sleep.
ReplyDeleteYour photo is topnotch, Birdman. The brilliant colors are eyecatching, except that the big snow flakes intercept the eyes.
ReplyDeleteThe building makes such a great contrast!
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