Monday, August 13, 2012

between honey and pain

“The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.” 

~ Pablo Neruda


  1. Ahh the sunflower. It has been one of my favorite subjects this year in the garden. I have taken a ton of photos (most of which have not made it to flickr or my blog as of yet. They are gorgeous photos.

  2. thanks Dawn! looking forward to seeing yours.

  3. Ah, I love that second image from the top. Yes, very much.

  4. can you forgive me if I can't count? It's the second one in colour from the top -- oops. But it's good I made that mistake because I needed to say -- and not simply because I love black & white -- how brilliant that black & white of the sunflower really is. :~)
    I'll take my leave now ...


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