Forgotten Words
I’ve forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I’ve forgotten them, and now I’m talking to you without them.”
I’ve forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I’ve forgotten them, and now I’m talking to you without them.”
This entry was posted on June 17, 2013 by Lemony. It was filed under Flower, Language, Memory and was tagged with Emily L., Flower, Language, Marguerite Duras, Memory, Nature Photography, Panasonic Lumix LX5, Peony, Photography.
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“since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid” –e.e. cummings
beautiful – the soft radiating light is so enchanting
June 17, 2013 at 3:45 pm
Thank you. I was lucky with the light. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 3:49 pm
Literature may, but visual art doesn’t need to have a word.
As our perception, and the each parts of brain are
completely different anyway. 😉
June 17, 2013 at 4:10 pm
I agree. And yes, images and language are stored in different parts of the brain.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
And well-chosen words they are, Melanie….I find myself in the same situation out in the canyons and mountains sometimes…beholding a vista that is breath-taking…beyond simple or grand superlatives…indeed beyond our words for expression……an understandable sentiment with your image here, too…..so very nice…..
June 17, 2013 at 4:21 pm
Thank you very much, Scott, for this lovely comment.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
You are most welcome. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 4:22 pm
Very dreamlike – love the way it works with the text. There but not there.
June 17, 2013 at 5:54 pm
A wonderful description, I love that. Thank you, Richard.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
This is stunning, Melanie.
June 17, 2013 at 9:18 pm
Thank you, Maralee!
June 18, 2013 at 3:51 pm
It looks like it is glowing and radiating its own light.
June 17, 2013 at 9:19 pm
I agree; that’s exactly what caught my eye about it. I’m glad I was able to capture it.
June 18, 2013 at 3:51 pm
I love that quote. No words needed, just your silken image. : )
June 18, 2013 at 2:22 am
Thank you very much, Karen.
June 18, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Just a beautiful combination of words and dreamy photo 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 8:39 am
Thank you, Seonaid.
June 18, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Marguerite is the French word for daisy.
June 18, 2013 at 11:56 am
Yes. Perhaps on another day I’ll pair up Duras and a daisy. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 3:53 pm
Yes, and you can drink a margarita when you do. Also, if you split up her last name you have dur as, meaning ‘hard ace.’
June 18, 2013 at 5:27 pm