mercredi 8 novembre 2006

A Beautiful Seed Pod... "This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison" The Fall is showing colours of warmth to combat the approaching cold season. Seed pods are falling from the Lime tree opposite our front door... this afternoon I thought of drawing one, placed it on the sketch book... but made a photograph instead. At first the shapes reminded me of a little bird trapped in a cage... then I saw there were no bars, so the little bird is free to fly wherever... The lines below are from "This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison" written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in July 1797. Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Such beauties and such feelings, as had been Most sweet to have remembrance, even when age Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile, Friends, whom I never more may meet again... ...A delight Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad As I myself were there! Nor in this bower, This little lime-tree bower, have I not mark'd Much that has sooth'd me. Pale beneath the blaze Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch'd Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see The shadow of the leaf and stem above Dappling its sunshine! 8:41:23 PM    comment []