And still she sits, young while the earth is old, ... And, subtly of herself contemplative, ... Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold.
The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where ... Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare? ... Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went ... Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent, And round his heart one strangling golden hair.
Intriguing! I love the mood of this photo!
ReplyDeleteAmazing image. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteThis is simply wonderful!
ReplyDeleteGood vitamin for your brain! I better get growing some myself!
ReplyDeleteSomething so tiny and another so huge and it's strange that they can be both in your pic ;-)
ReplyDeleteNow, that was a way to picture the moon, not to mention the foreground, that was very impressive.
ReplyDeleteI love this images ! so soft and beautiful amazing colour too !
ReplyDeleteI wish you a wonderful week prospero
And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
ReplyDelete... And, subtly of herself contemplative,
... Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave,
Till heart and body and life are in its hold.
The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where
... Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
... Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
... Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent,
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.