What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Here squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can, Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. Wm. Henry Davies
I'm struck by how Hopperesque are the composition and lighting. The picture carries that same sense of time caught in the act of fleeting (to turn an adjective into a verb) which many of his paintings convey. Mystery, melancholy, hope and transience all captured in a single image; it really is quite stunning.
What a beautiful photo. This is so surreal and brings such a peace to the ciewer. As stated above, this truly is one of the best photos I've seen in a very long time and belongs in a gallery. Simply beautiful.
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We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Here squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can,
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Wm. Henry Davies
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Period.
it's one of the absolute best that I've seen on LJ
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