Thursday, January 19, 2006

pulsing



She used to drag her mattress beside her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that is was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.


Willa Cather
The Song of the Lark
1873 - 1947

3 comments:

fellahere said...

that truly is very beautiful. thank you.

graffitti artist said...

lovely ... the imagery, its beautiful

Spring said...

thank you! I had read the piece from Willa first, and when I ran across that photo, it just seemed to fit so well, to bring it to life. I'm a very visual person, so for me, I want to 'see' the words, not just hear them or read them.