tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post889719753283862536..comments2024-03-20T14:31:49.238-07:00Comments on mole: Yellow LeavesDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-49945742965595821402012-11-03T20:44:44.830-07:002012-11-03T20:44:44.830-07:00"...As if you might open a notebook and shake..."...As if you might open a notebook and shake it so that all the written letters fell out of it, like thin wire confections and curlicues, and drifted on the floor: or as if you might take the print of a face, on one of those golden leaves, take the delineations, and leave only a glowing blur behind – "<br /><br />Two terrific images. What Magritte could have done with them!Natalie d'Arbeloffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757081405040926647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-10865713033570428502012-11-03T12:36:22.596-07:002012-11-03T12:36:22.596-07:00I love leaves wet and glowing yellow (both the rea...I love leaves wet and glowing yellow (both the reality of them and your description.) And the notion that the world is a letter in an unknown script. Encounters with the numinous. We never know what we will meet. Of course, perhaps this comment says as much about me as it does about your post. :-)rbarenblathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10882606147795083729noreply@blogger.com