Tuscany's
Awing Majesty
Stunning Tuscany landscapes created by Czech Republic based photographer Daniel Řeřicha.
'Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wall
Casts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,
Across the road, across the thick white dust.
Down from the hill the slow white oxen crawl,
Dragging the purple wagon heaped with must,
With scarlet tassels on their milky brows,
Gentle as evening moths. Beneath the yoke
Lounging against the shaft they fitful strain
To draw the wagon on its creaking spoke,
And all the vineyard folk
With staves and shouldered tools surround the wain.
The wooden shovels take the purple stain,
The dusk is heavy with the wine's warm load;
Here the long sense of classic measure cures
The spirit weary of its difficult pain;
Here the old Bacchic piety endures,
Here the sweet legends of the world remain.
Homeric wagons lumbering the road;
Virgilian litanies among the bine;
Pastoral sloth of flocks beneath the pine;
The swineherd watching, propped upon his goad,
Under the chestnut trees the rootling swine
Who could so stand, and see this evening fall,
This calm of husbandry, this redolent tilth,
This terracing of hills, this vintage wealth,
Without the pagan sanity of blood
Mounting his veins in young and tempered health?
Who could so stand, and watch processional
The vintners, herds, and flocks in dusty train
Wend through the golden evening to regain
The terraced farm and trodden threshing-floor
Where late the flail
Tossed high the maize in scud of gritty ore,
And lies half-buried in the heap of grain
Who could so watch, and not forget the rack
Of wills worn thin and thought become too frail,
Nor roll the centuries back *
And feel the sinews of his soul grow hale,
And know himself for Rome's inheritor'
You may find all these at its original source http://www.danielrericha.cz/galerie-toscana.html
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Daniel Řeřicha.
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*1x.com - Onexposure
great :)
ReplyDeleteWith your heart at ease,
ReplyDeletehow calming it is
to be one with the
immutable sunset's
sombre shadows,
to let it have its say
and your mind
stand idly
in total serenity,
real joy comes
from within
with a single thought
that everything
will be okay
as the dark slips
through dawn
and you can
shut out the real world...
wow where do you get all this poetry?
ReplyDeleteSoul whisperings.
ReplyDeleteHeart
and
soul
whisper
what my
hand writes...
you have a golden hand :)
ReplyDeleteLike the soft
ReplyDeletewarm caress
of sunlight,
your appreciation
brightens up
my smile.
Thank you, Faisal...
:) if my appreciation really brighten ups your smile then keep smiling cause I will keep appreciating :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful picture. I'd love to be there.
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Stan.
I wish to be in Tuscany.
Many difficult days
for a lot of people
living in busy
metropolitan cities,
and sometimes we
just need to focus
on things that
make us feel peaceful...
Such a nice
reprieve from stress --
scarcely a trace
of ugly pollution,
you see serene skies,
verdant, lush meadows,
a ribbon of shadows
behind mystifying trees
that stand as
sentinels of the hills,
every nook a perfect
instance of efflorescence.
A most beautiful place...
Heaven and earth conflate,
as if contending,
vie to uplift ones being.
There are a few places
in the world which
resonate with
magic and romance,
that imbue every fiber
of the heart with a
depth that no other
place could create...
You describe it so well, I am jealous of your word power.
ReplyDeleteYou are a very special lady, I send you best wishes for
the year we have entered now. Hugs, Stan.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Stan.
I read your stories
and each time,
the feeling is like,
a special gift is
being unveiled.
Wishing this new year
lead you to roads of
wonderful tomorrows
that brings you
loads of happiness
and good health...
~warmest hugs~