Arhive etichetă | snowdrops

Year of the Tiger Snowdrops

„Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
~ William Blake, The Tyger

The Tyger
by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Colorate, neprețuite și dragi…/ Colorful, precious and cherished

feb.24

“The spring came suddenly;
the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer,
and the afternoon light felt powdery,
as if it might blow away.”
― Jane Mendelsohn, I Was Amelia Earhart

Aer de primăvară la orizont, culori de aproape martie… șoapte de crizanteme și ghiocei.
Tablou de mult anotimp… pod alb și drag de petale și catifea peste iarnă.

Spring air on the horizon, colors of almost March… whispers of chrysanthemums and snowdrops. Painting full of much season… warm bridge of lovely white petals and silk over winter.

Aglomerație mare pe tărâm de coșulețe jucăușe și verzi, fărâmițe de alb, culoare și mugur surprinse adiind. Tulpinițe ițindu-se eroic trag cu urechea la buline sclipindu-și a magic:

„Până la razele de mult soare și cald, hm… noi hai la o mică plimbare pe-aici! Cum, tu n-ai auzit? N-ai simțit suflu de anotimp? Trecând, zburând, îmbrățișând… Pe unde-ai umblat?

Hai, nu mai e mult. Acuși acuși vom pluti colorat peste tot și toate, vei vedea. Și tot acuși primim firicel de roșu și alb, și… duși am fost, aripi de lumină și nor.

Azi, doar așa, însorită ieșire… cu pași de ghiocel și iubire!”

Quite much bustle on lands of little baskets, playful and green, little pieces of white, color and bud caught in a breeze. Cute tiny stems springing heroically… eavesdropping over dots sparkling like magic:

„Until dear rays of much sun and warmth, hm… let us go for a walk around here, shall we? Yes, haven’t you heard? Haven’t you felt seasons’ breath? Passing, dancing, embracing… Where have you been?

No, it won’t be long. Soon we’ll be flying again gently, over flowers and trees. And in a few days we’ll get that cute red and white thread and… off we go again, you’ll see. Wings of sunlight and cloud.

Today, just snowdrop walk a bit… steps of love cutely sunlit!”