Solitude is like a rain
That from the sea at dusk begins to rise;
It floats remote across the far-off plain
Upward into its dwelling-place, the skies,
Then o'er the town it slowly sinks again.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad, disappointed from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
Together in a common bed must sleep—
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo! Solitude floats down the river wan . . .
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
I digitally created this moody impressionist-style image from my 'January Dawn Sky In Ireland' photograph.
Originally from Northern Germany, I have been living on a small farm in the West of Ireland for many years. I love to be creative, to create new things, be it arts and crafts or in image form. A few years ago I started to create digital.. Read more…