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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Inks Lake slough



"...the same clearing where, in the old story,
A holy man discovered Vishnu sleeping,
Wrapped in his maya, dreaming by a pool..."

From "Walking to Sleep" by Richard Wilbur

3 comments:

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

You say that fast a couple of times, Inks Lake slough, and it sounds like Yiddish for How goes it?

R.L. Bourges said...

Wilbur really captures that state of awake but already dreaming, just as your photograph combines the thing and its reflection. Seamless, in both cases. I'm taking both of them home - your photograph for my computer and the poem for my printer :-)

Dale said...

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