Fascicle One, Sheet 3a

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Angel, Cemetery, Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Laurel Grove Cemetery, Savannah

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go–
The crocus–till she rises–
The vassal of the snow–
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practice bore–
Till bye and bye, these Bargemen
Walked–singing–on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver’s farthings,
Extorted from the sea–
Pinions–the Seraph’s wagon–
Pedestrian once–as we–
Night is the morning’s canvas–
Larceny–legacy–
Death–but our rapt attention
To immortality

My figures fail to tell me
How far the village lies–
Whose peasants are the angels–
Whose cantons dot the skies–
My Classics vail their faces–
My faith that Dark adores–
Which from its solemn abbeys–
Such resurrection pours!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858

To Fly Heavenward

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Mysticism, photography, Poetry

Laurel Grove Cemetery

This is Love: to fly heavenward,

To rend, every instant, a hundred veils.

The first moment, to renounce life;

The last step, to fare without feet.

To regard this world as invisible,

Not to see what appears to oneself.”

~~Jalalu ’d Din, “Selected Poems from the Divan”

Quoth the Raven

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Cemetery, Fox, Nevermore, photography, Raven

This week I began what I hope will be a continuing project photographing the raven, Nevermore, in cemeteries in the United States and around the world. Naturally, I began with my favorite cemetery, Bonaventure, here in Savannah as I have been shooting pictures there for more than thirty years. I also shot some photos at Laurel Grove Cemetery, also here in Savannah, on a rainy Saturday. Below are a couple of samples from those shoots.

Nevermore and Corinne at Bonaventure

Nevermore in the rain at Laurel Grove

 

If you want to see more from this series, visit my website Victorialogue.com

Also, I had to add the following two photos because this happened during the shoot at Bonaventure–perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime experience:

Meeting Le Renard at Bonaventure

More encounters with Le Renard at Bonaventure