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28-NOV-2011 Matthew Arnold

And we are here as on a Darkling Plain

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Canon Image Challenge04-Dec-2011 13:19
Criticism noted, but I upped the greens a little...to make it colder...I have many great warm pictures, full of light...but this one works for the Challenge, in my opinion. The are almost Zombie like, wandering in the night....or, another GREAT historical, of our times, shot by...Traveller

LOL....but this is...good....as was the London shot. Real...is the word. Not pretty, rather full of substance. As is my way.
Canon Image Challenge04-Dec-2011 04:30
Nice night shot, but it has, IMO, rather a warm feeling
K
Canon Image Challenge29-Nov-2011 16:08
the poetry certainly fits the image......thought provoking. W
Canon Image Challenge29-Nov-2011 15:55
Very nice capture - and a steady hand at night.
I assume this is LA.
And I like the added poetry.

But perhaps:
Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!
Thou art tired; best be still!


Sir Loon
Canon Image Challenge29-Nov-2011 11:12
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.


Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Vickie BROWN29-Nov-2011 03:36
Nicely night shot, well done! V