The morning light
in the morning light
in the morning dampness
I leave the unpaved road,
turn into the wild country
into land of falling edges and
soft green divides, where
untamed water flows
and none but the wild go
I walk along curved lands
that rise like hips and shoulders
into spreading light
over all, the vast
sunbright sky sings in whispers
to a drumbeat under my skin
in the morning dampness
I leave the unpaved road,
turn into the wild country
into land of falling edges and
soft green divides, where
untamed water flows
and none but the wild go
I walk along curved lands
that rise like hips and shoulders
into spreading light
over all, the vast
sunbright sky sings in whispers
to a drumbeat under my skin
posted by MB at 9:42 AM
35 Comments:
MB,
Really liked this one. Brought the countryside vividly to mind, as if from an old traveling-prayer.
Wild, yes. I picture your curves blending with the landscape around you.
Yeah, it's like a little traveling minstrel's song. Here's to the wild!
I love this poem, mb. All that sensuality of the land and the drumbeat under your skin. Quite a beautiful walk.
I am signing this with my real first and middle name, I am the blogger formerly known as Rexroth's Daughter.
Firehawk, I'm honored. Thank you.
Mermaid, I'm glad you saw it that way.
la vie en rose, there is something to be said for that.
Sara, glad you heard the song!
Robin, thanks for your kind words. It was a beautiful walk.
I'd have never thought of describing the rise and fall that way; how beautiful!
Like you!
alan
Everyone extasy in front of the setting sunlight. And I often use this light for my photographs.
But the light which upsets me more, it is that of the morning, in summer, when the sky is without cloud, up to around 11 a.m. This light there is photogénique than that of the evening but I find it much more magic! Another world, really!
Tout le monde s'extasie devant la lumière du soleil couchant . Et j'utilise souvent cette lumière pour mes photos .
Mais la lumière qui me bouleverse le plus , c'est celle du matin , en été , quand le ciel est sans nuage , jusqu'à vers 11 heures .
Cette lumière là est moins photogénique que celle du soir mais je la trouve beaucoup plus magique !
Un autre monde , réellement !
Stunning mb... alluring imagery, particularly the curves and the drumbeat under skin - I feel it!
Oh yes - wonderful - I have to go out for a walk!
Oh, my! Leaving the "unpaved road," turning "into the wild country"! Exploring your wild side in the wild land, how fruitful this can be. And I like the sensuousness of the curves of the land, the light drumming under your skin...
Oh, Alan, I have always seen a connection between the hills and humanity. The forms of nature echo everywhere, and our shapes are no exception. Yes, it is beautiful!
[Based on the French version of his comment, I think Jean's English translation is missing a word; it should say that the morning light is less photogenic than evening light.]
Jean, vous avez raison! Il y a une qualite exceptionnelle a la lumiere du matin, un peu de l'univers en expansion... comme les photos a votre blog!
Gracie, oh I'm happy that you can feel it!
Endment, go, do go! Walks do so much good. And I know they would especially for one like you.
Lee, me too! Thanks.
Brenda, I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. I should have known you'd connect to the drumming!
it must be said. we are sisters in spirit indeed. this is so beautiful it catches my breath!
Anne, you have given me a big, wide smile. Thank you.
There are not enough wild places like this left. THank you for taking me there. I feel the drumbeat, too.
Very, very nice!!
Patry, you wouldn't know I live in a city, I suppose, from some of the poems I write. I am fortunate to live close to wild places. But I am sad that open spaces are disappearing so quickly in most cities, and even between them.
Oh, rdl, you snuck in there while I was responding to Patry. Thanks!
hmmmmmmmm....i left a comment yesterday that didn't post for some reason...sorry!
i love the way the "drumbeat under my skin" continues the theme of "wild" in the poem. i think of it as pulsing...a heartbeat, wildness as primitive drums beating can be...just fabulous mb.
Sky, I've had trouble with comments yesterday and today, too. Blogger seems to be buggy again. I am glad to read of your sense of the heartbeat, the pulse, the wild. I hoped that would be conveyed.
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Dale, you see why your lines today hit home for me.
hi mb, "soft green divides where untamed water flows and none but the wild go" none but the wild go has such a liquid, melodic flow to it... i felt like i was bubbling along on a mountain stream. :)
I like the curved lands rising like hips and shoulders, too. This is lovely. But for all the rain we're now having it would make me want to go out for a long hike.
I've never felt more like going for a walk!
This is a very sexy poem to me. I'm picking up a lot of sensual imagery, here.
Jon Cox, welcome and thanks for your comment!
Snowsparkle, I'm glad that is how it felt for you!
Leslee, sometimes you just have to suit up anyway and GO.
TLReynolds, I can see how you could read it that way!
Merci pour la correction : vous avez raison !! Je ferai des progrès grace à ces remarques . Encore merci .
Jean, je aurais voulu seulement que tout le monde comprends tout ce que vous voudriez dire.
'I walk along curved lands
that rise like hips and shoulders
into spreading light' I love this it has such a beautiful picture
Sue, thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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yes
hips and shoulders do share the curves of land - mountains, slopes...
its like a communio with nature.
This is a lovely piece mb!
*communion
Catching up on my blog reading ... this is a treat, the hips and shoulders allusion is wonderful. Sensual and with a hint of wild ...
Thanks, all! I appreciate your comments very much.
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