Sunday, November 01, 2009

Plated wares upon my silver shelf

Kicking off the new month with a recent favourite from the stream of my dear Flickr friend Ambreen (story.teller, who made previous appearances in my blog under the name batedbreath). The shot's title is taken from an Emily Dickinson poem:

It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At the bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.

Even apart from the very evocative poem, there is something about this image that goes straight to the heart.

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