But Oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon lover!
Photographed in Golden Gate Park
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is she wailing because her lover is a demon or because he's gone, or both? i like this...wailing in solitude is one of the best medicines EVER!!! i still practice it when that moment of grief hits.
Wonder-full
The double pleasure of taking a walk in Golden Gate Park + scouting for the right spot for a new photo must be a dear habit to you by now...
It is genuinely a pleasure to see a poem I have internally visualised for so many years through someone else's eyes.
Great woman.
The dog, Titus, has visualized this poem before me! I really like your locations. Not all of us live so close to the Golden Gate Park! Thanks for exposing me to this poem, though, since a year ago April I was screaming myself - out loud, all alone. Better now.
wailing...what a beautiful word!
I'll sent you an email soon
happy easter
yvette
Fun blog, pleased to meet you :)
Beautiful words and picture.
Good idea and beautiful photo!
You find the most wonderful spots...perfect for the poem. She is so pensive.
allways cool and nice your ideas !! wish you a happy easter time !!! hugh Kathrin
I feel this poem is made of all enchanted and powerful words, a spell poem, and the image captures that abyssal wailing just like a murmur. I like the way you pictured the woman of the demon lover.
"Waning moon
Woman wailing"
The magic one can do with words and sounds. Reminded me one of the Duchess morals in Alice in Wonderland:
"Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves."
Or it should be the other way round?
Cláudia - and again.
I was thinking of that particular phrase in Looking Glass in regards to Kubla Khan, it is a poem of more sound than sense. The phrase is in fact based on this, a recommendation of frugality, "Take care of the pence [pennies], and the pounds will take care of themselves. It was an email from P.(or the comment above) that made me think of it, in which she referred to the poem as a piece of magic, conjuring, a series of ceremonial words, incantatory.
Oh, I was thinking it was Humpty Dumpty, it's actually the Duchess.
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