Sunday, February 3, 2008

Window Faces


ROBERT FROST:

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

5 comments:

virtual nexus said...

Am enjoying this window series, - the
photographers diary is a nice touch.

Emery Roth said...

Thanks for the comments. The diary heading helps me keep my comments properly tailored.

Monique said...

This is such a lovely poem which goes so well with that image. Really, really touching.

Jo's-D-Eyes said...

Hi (emery) Ted,
Seen "like that' on beach on Spain, the shadow in the sand, Thoug I thought I could not post it on my blog, but on exbitions they do well. I understand you photography, I'm glad to know yur blog.

JoAnn :)

Emery Roth said...

JoAnn - Thanks so much for your visit an comments.

Monique - I'm glad you like the way poem and picture fit.