The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,—
I know what sound is there.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
Friday, February 25, 2011
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Your post time says 12:23 but it wasn't up an hour ago. Strange! This is beautiful, Laurie
Yep...definitely SoPasadena!!!
How lovely, Laurie!
Bit calls this stretch cinnamon walk because it once smelled really good, like cinnamon, at the corner.
"Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,"
my favorite line (besides Little Bits)
I checked early and missed this cause I forgot to come back. Perfect poem; love the image!!
This shot is so crisp it looks 3D. Beautiful work as always, Laurie.
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