Through the Window…..
win·dow | \ ˈwin-(ˌ)dō \
1a: an opening especially in the wall of a building for admission of light and air that is usually closed by casements or sashes containing transparent material (such as glass) and capable of being opened and shut
Take a trip with me through some Windows. Are they just an opening for light? Or are they more. Let’s find out together….
At a Window
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love
Window by
Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg
Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.
Travelers, commuters, day trippers; the train car is filled with many. Looking in, staring out. The windows of a train car each carry their own story. What stories do you see when viewing these captures.
This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
William Blake
What do you see when you look into the eyes of others. Is it their soul? Is it their Spark? Perhaps it is just your own reflection and the narcissist in you is mesmerized by it? What do you see when you look at these captures?
From a City Window
By Langdon Elwyn Mitchell
I hear the feet below
In the dark street;
They hurry and shuffle by,
And go, on errands bitter or sweet,
Whither I cannot know.
A bird troubles the night
From the green plane
And in my breast again
Vague memories of delight
Arise from the spirit's night,
And pass into it again
And the hurrying restless feet
Below
On errands I cannot know,
Like a great tide ebb and flow.
What do you see reflected back in your city Windows? What images do you capture with your mind through your closest city window? Here are some captures through the windows of NYC.
A Light At The Window
By David Harris
There is a light in a window
that burns to show me the way.
Back to my home
when my wandering days are through.
My love she keeps it burning
though she is far away
to let me know
our love will never go astray.
that burns to show me the way.
Back to my home
when my wandering days are through.
My love she keeps it burning
though she is far away
to let me know
our love will never go astray.
One day I will find that window
on my travels around
and when I find it
then I’ll know I’ll be home.
A heart can be a careless thing
wanting to wander and stray,
but with a deep love within
at home it will always stay.
on my travels around
and when I find it
then I’ll know I’ll be home.
A heart can be a careless thing
wanting to wander and stray,
but with a deep love within
at home it will always stay.
Therefore, if you have wanderlust
keep it at bay.
Never let yourself be driven
to wander away.
If you do not heed my words
and lost, you are to wander.
Remember there is
a light in a window somewhere.
keep it at bay.
Never let yourself be driven
to wander away.
If you do not heed my words
and lost, you are to wander.
Remember there is
a light in a window somewhere.
What do you see out of your Window.
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