Inday Chronicles – Florence

By: litrato-ngayon

Feb 01 2012

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Focal Length:55mm
Shutter:1/0 sec
Camera:Canon EOS 600D

By the Arno River

Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)

THE oleander on the wall
  Grows crimson in the dawning light,
  Though the grey shadows of the night
Lie yet on Florence like a pall.
  The dew is bright upon the hill,          
  And bright the blossoms overhead,
  But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,
The little Attic song is still.
  Only the leaves are gently stirred
  By the soft breathing of the gale,   
  And in the almond-scented vale
The lonely nightingale is heard.
  The day will make thee silent soon,
  O nightingale sing on for love!
  While yet upon the shadowy grove   
Splinter the arrows of the moon.
  Before across the silent lawn
  In sea-green mist the morning steals,
  And to love’s frightened eyes reveals
The long white fingers of the dawn   
  Fast climbing up the eastern sky
  To grasp and slay the shuddering night,
  All careless of my heart’s delight,
Or if the nightingale should die.


9 comments on “Inday Chronicles – Florence”

  1. Wow, that is so beautiful!!

  2. I am basking in the warm light of this photograph!

  3. Outstanding!!! The light is painfully beautiful!

    • 🙂 Yes, I like that “painfully beautiful” . I actually have sad memories of sunsets. As a young girl, I usually had my naps late in the afternoon, and I always woke up at around sunset,,it was not a great feeling! But I´m starting to appreciate it now.!

  4. A perfect pairing of poetry, visual and verbal.

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