Spring in Timisoara

Posted by Claudia Moser on 9:15 AM
Sometimes words are not enough to describe the beauty of one place, thus we rely upon pictures. Do enjoy, I loved the day in my town.

At the end I'd like to quote Emily Dickinson's poem A light exists in spring:

A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step

Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound

It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a Sacrament.



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