Waves
Det är vi, vi vågorna,
som vagga vindarne
till vila!
Gröna vaggor, vi vågor.
Våta äro vi, och salta;
likna eldens lågor;
våta lågor äro vi.
Släckande, brännande,
tvättande, badande,
alstrande, avlande.
Vi, vi, vågorna,
som vagga vindarne
till vila!
We, we waves,
That are rocking the winds
To rest!
Green cradles, we waves.
Wet are we, and salty;
Leap like flames of fire
Wet flames are we:
Burning, extinguishing;
Cleansing, replenishing;
Bearing, engendering.
We, we waves,
That are rocking the winds
To rest!
- August Strindberg
Poem from Strindberg's play "Ett drömspel" / "A dream play" which I saw tonight. It premiered a hundred years ago and is still very relevant.
/O.K.
(Listening to while posting: Devin Townsend - Depth Charge)
3 comments:
I love wawes. I can sit for hours and see waves crashing onto rocks on a beach. Or looking at the little ripples after a swimming duck or beaver. Or standing waves in a big river. What is most amazing is that waves don't really transport much, the waves move but the water can be standing still. And then there are radio waves, and light waves, and sound waves. Strindberg was right, of course.
Great photo! Not a crapshot (TM) I assume?
Crapshot™ it is.
I am starting to love non-crappy Crapshots!
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