Saturday, November 3, 2012

marking my clark park:: part VI


 near the end of day, I walked across the street towards the falling light as it shimmers late through the tall trees...

 there is a lovely old french poem about the dreaming trees at dusk after the rain...
"le long des murs d'un parc ou songent de beaux arbres...
on les suit longtemps.

plus tard, un peu de soleil dore
une feuille, et deux, et puis tout!"

and so it goes, in the pale hour along the parkside walls where old trees dream...

[selected lines from "Au fil de l'heure pale" by Leon-Paul FARGUE, 1878-1947]


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