Saturday, February 4, 2012

another narrative








Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.

--Tomas Tranströmer


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  1. Rob FirchauFebruary 4, 2012 at 11:51 AM

    Beautiful. Can you please explain the beginning and ending shots of your narrative? Love them!

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  2. UnknownFebruary 4, 2012 at 5:41 PM

    Thanks! The first is of trees reflected in a small puddle and (it is harder to see) the trails left by a worm in the soft mud, and the last is a rock with a fossil imprint that I found in the creek bed.

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