Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poetry in the Windows.....

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

(Philip Larkin - High Windows)

*Looking from the windows,out,still remember the poetry recited by my dad
*the light seems to fade coming inside
*the bars and its patterns
*nostalgic memories running out
*a world of emotions out ....
*some pink hibiscus and windows make images most memorable in me
*they creek when they are closed
*and creek when they are open
*they are very old,some decades old...
*but they are still prettier than everything...
my windows...


  1. Lovely post L.. Love the pictures, Adore your blog header.

  2. Yes, windows are a great source of contemplation. Wonderful shots and beautiful lines of poetry.

  3. Wow... the windows... feel like sitting there and enjoying that breeze... Lovely shots.. and amazing poetry!!

  4. As usual u took me to trans with ur poetry and the pics.. It gives me a feel as if someone is spending some peaceful time with one self


  5. I love pictures of windows!

    Thanks for looking through mine...

    I will visit often.

  6. Thanks all for the lovely comments.
    Thanks Isabel for visiting ..

  7. Nice to see the sunlight coming in.
    Big window......usually you find such windows in old houses


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