Very striking photograph, Umesh. A little naked boy among the bricks. The moment I saw the photograph I was reminded of William Blake’s poem from _Songs of Experience_. I am quoting the entire poem below:
*The Chimney Sweeper*
A little black thing among the snow, Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? say?" "They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery.
નગ્નતાની ઈંટ અને ઈંટની નગ્નતા બન્નેય, લમણે બરાબ્બર ઠોકાય છે... સચોટ શ્વેત/શ્યામ અભિવ્યક્તિ..!
ReplyDeleteVery nice Umesh Bhai
ReplyDeleteસારું છે કે જીભ છે. આગળ જતાં એ કામ આવશે.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful photo, Umesh!
ReplyDeleteHeartily pic umeshbhai
ReplyDelete-Uma Gohil
Lovely appealing lines buddy awesome
ReplyDeleteAwesome Snap Sir.
ReplyDeleteVery nice
ReplyDelete- Unmesh Amrute
Very striking photograph, Umesh. A little naked boy among the bricks. The moment I saw the photograph I was reminded of William Blake’s poem from _Songs of Experience_.
ReplyDeleteI am quoting the entire poem below:
*The Chimney Sweeper*
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.