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Visual Meditation: Sleeping Under the Earth

I know the truth – give up all other truths!
No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle.
Look – it is evening, look, it is nearly night:
what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals?

The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,
the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet.
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we
who never let each other sleep above it.

-Marina Tsvetaeva (poem found at Anchors and Masts)

(Photos taken at 9 Acre Farm in Arlington, WA where this week’s Poetry Party took its inspiration — make sure to go see all the amazing poems there and even submit one of your own!) 

-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

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5 Responses

  1. these photos are so precious. these creatures have such a way of presenting pure child-like innocence and such a beautiful poem by Marina to accompany it.

  4. Truly lovely photos. Tess, sounds lie you had a hand in finding the poem. I ran across is awhile ago and the last two lines still startle me.

    Thanks both of you. Great start to a day.

    Thanks for your work in Presence, too, Christine. Just got my lovely copy and can’t wait to devour it.

  5. Beautiful photographs Christine, the grass looks impossibly green, and I’m glad to see donkey turn up again. I’m so pleased you were able to use the poem.