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Sunday evenings – without angels, a poem by – Mario Rossi

Images from the road the landscape 2
Sigma sd15, 15-30mm lens, iso 50
A view of slievenamon, from the red gate
Landscape images from : Nigel Borrington

Sunday evening and the last light of the weekend is fading once more, I love this time of the week. Everything that happened last week is in the past and we have a new start for our week ahead.

So then a Poem :

Evening Without Angels

—Mario Rossi

the great interests of man: air and light,
the joy of having a body, the voluptuousness
of looking.

Why seraphim are arranged
Above the trees?

Air is air,
Its vacancy glitters round us everywhere.
Its sounds are not angelic syllables
But our unfashioned spirits realized
More sharply in more furious selves.

And light
That fosters seraphim and is to them
Coiffeur of haloes, fecund jeweller—
Was the sun concoct for angels or for men?
Sad men made angels of the sun, and of
The moon they made their own attendant ghosts,
Which led them back to angels, after death.

Let this be clear that we are men of sun
And men of day and never of pointed night,
Men that repeat antiquest sounds of air
In an accord of repetitions. Yet,
If we repeat, it is because the wind
Encircling us, speaks always with our speech.

Light, too, encrusts us making visible
The motions of the mind and giving form
To moodiest nothings, as, desire for day
Accomplished in the immensely flashing East,
Desire for rest, in that descending sea
Of dark, which in its very darkening
Is rest and silence spreading into sleep.

…Evening, when the measure skips a beat
And then another, one by one, and all
To a seething minor swiftly modulate.
Bare night is best. Bare earth is best. Bare, bare,
Except for our own houses, huddled low
Beneath the arches and their spangled air,
Beneath the rhapsodies of fire and fire,
Where the voice that is in us makes a true response,
Where the voice that is great within us rises up,
As we stand gazing at the rounded moon.

Images from the road the landscape 1
Sigma sd15, 15-30mm lens, iso 50
A view of slievenamon, from the red gate
Landscape images from : Nigel Borrington

Images from the road the gate
Sigma sd15, 15-30mm lens, iso 50
The red gate with a view of Slievenamon
Landscape images from : Nigel Borrington

7 responses

  1. artscottnet

    stunning images, Nigel, brilliant

    July 15, 2013 at 3:18 am

    • Hello Scott 🙂

      Thank you that’s a very welcome and appreciated comment 🙂 🙂

      July 15, 2013 at 9:33 am

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  3. John Richardson

    The poem is by Wallace Steven from Ideas of Order. Mario Rossi is the source of the first two and a half lines.

    August 24, 2013 at 8:06 pm

    • Thank you for the extra info, very welcomed and your comment approved, with thanks ..

      August 24, 2013 at 9:49 pm

      • John Richardson

        Thanks – wonderful majestic and powerful shots of the juncture of sky and earth – I think Stevens would appreciate.

        August 25, 2013 at 1:37 am

      • Thank you 🙂

        August 25, 2013 at 10:04 am

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