Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Reflections, 1969/2011


















When this photograph was taken 
Years ago, I did not know what 
The old woman was thinking— 

She was sitting before the low 
Wooden door of her house, 
Walking stick in hand, 
Eyes lowered, looking at the ground— 

I still don’t know what she was thinking. 

5 comments:

  1. And now Vassilis presumably this old woman thinks no more, but her image lives on forever here and you have at least caused us to wonder.

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  2. it is just like the mona lisa: wonderfull because there are no words to describe the emotions and thoughts of the woman

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  3. There are things we were never meant to know.

    Clicking on the photo reveals other worlds & dimensions of reflection.

    Extremely moving, the foreground, the background... while the middle ground, in which we toil, remains equally mysterious & opaque.

    Terrific poem, wondrous post, Vassilis. Many thanks.

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  4. "There are things we were never meant to know" but this isn't one of them:

    All comments focusing on wonder/wondrous--such wonderful friends. Thank you.

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