To A Butterfly

"I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!-not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

  This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now. "

Un peu de poésie dans un monde de brute.
La photographie est véritablement l’art de capturer des instants rares. Ici, un papillon dans toute sa majesté et sa perfection. Nullement effrayé par un objectif indiscret et austère, il s’est dévoilé étirant ses longues ailes aux harmonies de couleurs et de formes  fabuleuses.

Pour illustrer cet instant, ce poème de William Wordsworth est apparu comme idéal.

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