Sunday, September 27, 2009


But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

9 comments:

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

When my baby cries in the night (so rarely) I come running to banish and shade of the night that might be troubling her.

A Cuban In London said...

And with no other language to speak in but that cry. It must be so frustrating sometimes, to be an adult and having no other language but to cry because those around do not want to understand you.

Beautiful quote.

Greetings from London.

Jeanne said...

Blessings

FishermansDaughter said...

And sleeping with the moon - wicked in the most delicious way.

T. Clear said...

What a stunning photo!

Renee said...

Wow, why don't I have all the time in the world to just sit and look at your blog.

Love Renee xoxo

rochambeau said...

Yes I feel still the same, always an infant, sometimes even I don't know why I cry.

Beautiful photo and words to make us think.
Hugs to you!
xox
Constance

Björnik said...

Oh Yoli, this photo is great. And I love the quote that goes along with it. It's always relaxing to visit your blog.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend.:)

Quackster said...

The dilemma caught by parents with a newborn in those crying fits, captured splendidly by a great in the poetry world, Tennyson.