Low Beauty
"Midway along the journey of our life,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
For I had wandered off from the straight path.
How hard it was to tell what it was like,
This wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn..."
- Dante
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
For I had wandered off from the straight path.
How hard it was to tell what it was like,
This wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn..."
- Dante
posted by La Tulipe | 2:55 PM
2 Comments:
So evocative -- like the word Tanglewood, or the impenetrable Horizontal scrub of Tasmania.
(For some idea of Horizontal scrub see:
http://www.touringtasmania.info/images/00NOVEMBER2005/28_11_-113.jpg )
Life is a scramble through branches.
That is a great picture. Reminds me of the rain forests in the Pacific Northwest, dark and filled with mosses and fallen trees still growing.
Scrambling through branches, lost in the woods, half-way up a cliff, time in the sun in green grass and flowers, trudging long dusty roads, whirling around on roller coasters, driving long highways into the night.... Metaphores Shmetaphores, I want to get out more!
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