Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Blue pond



As in a pond that sleeps o'erhung by trees,
Two things at once in many a soul one sees: --
The sky, which points, the surface pure and calm,
With all its rays and clouds the heart to charm;
And then the depth, slime, hideous, dark, and dead,
Where foul black reptiles swarm, and vaguely tread.

Victor Hugo, "As in a pond".

4 comments:

Stargazer said...

The darkness of the night cloaks the cool, deep blue of the pond.

runnerfrog said...

That too :-)

Christina said...

enchantment.

runnerfrog said...

thankment.

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