come with me into the woods
by photographs by Stefanie Reichelt
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About the Book
The resting hand beckons
Prises open the door, and
Invites, but to what world?
I must walk through that door,
March like Birnam Wood to Dunsinane,
Ready to uncode the landscape
To find the promised land.
The bemused sky looks through
The windows of leaves
At the faces of lives below
At the world of expanding shapes,
Enticing textures and curious smells,
Buds here, logs there,
Fingers like a broken wing.
Lichens and tree trunks, like ghosts,
Leaving scents of worlds gone by,
While seasons just born and unspoken
Have arrived to hear the syntax
And the vocabularies of a lifetime;
A flock of invisible birds rise impatiently,
Restless, noisy, speaking all at once,
Ready to fly together southwards
On a new journey million times retold.
(Srinath Shankarnarayan)
Prises open the door, and
Invites, but to what world?
I must walk through that door,
March like Birnam Wood to Dunsinane,
Ready to uncode the landscape
To find the promised land.
The bemused sky looks through
The windows of leaves
At the faces of lives below
At the world of expanding shapes,
Enticing textures and curious smells,
Buds here, logs there,
Fingers like a broken wing.
Lichens and tree trunks, like ghosts,
Leaving scents of worlds gone by,
While seasons just born and unspoken
Have arrived to hear the syntax
And the vocabularies of a lifetime;
A flock of invisible birds rise impatiently,
Restless, noisy, speaking all at once,
Ready to fly together southwards
On a new journey million times retold.
(Srinath Shankarnarayan)
Features & Details
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Project Option: Standard Landscape, 10×8 in, 25×20 cm
# of Pages: 20 - Publish Date: Jul 14, 2011
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http://cargocollective.com/StefanieReichelt/