4.5.13

Belles Racines


'And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Thought he sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.'

— John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

4 comments:

kemvrios said...

this photo is really sensual, did you take it?

Benjamin said...

Yes ma'am!

Alexandra said...

What Zohanna said. Actually, this is the first time I get stuck on the words, too, and not just the photo. They are two great entities - divided or as a whole. Those shoes......

Benjamin said...

Its something worth getting stuck on to. Don't hurt yourself though.