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African Dawn



Still was the camp—so deathly still
That dry twigs snapped like the Whip of Doom,
And a pale, green moon climbed up the hill,
And the shadows lay, so cold, so chill,

Shimmering shreds of gloom.

Never a sound where the men were laid
Stretched and swathed on the earthy floor,
Save for a sigh when, half afraid,
A sleeper moved, at his dream dismayed,
And sank to his sleep once more.

The moon climbed up, and she poised on high,
And looked awhile in a cold disdain,
Flashed her searchlights athwart the sky,
Lit the river that rumbled by
And took her path again.

Still was the camp—so cold, so still
In the dim dead hours before the dawn,
When a cry rang out to the far-off hill,
And marrow and bones went cold and chill,

And slumber was foresworn.

For a lion slunk in the deeper shade,
And his footfall thudded low—so low—
Over the grass of a tiny glade;
Hardly a sound—but the die was played,
And he took a man from the row.

Rhodesian Rhymes, 1909



Fotografias: João Martins Pereira


The Poetry of Photography



The Poetry of Photography é um blog interessante , mantido em parceria por duas amigas, poeta e fotógrafa.

O resultado é uma viagem ao país profundo, com o Texas como pólo magnético. As imagens a preto e branco e os textos depurados e incisivos, fazem o resto.


Two friends, two creative souls, one collaboration.


Poet, memoirist, and novelist Laurie Wagner Buyer Jameson spent over thirty years living in the backwoods and working on remote ranches in the Rocky Mountain West. Her work has won several awards. She currently lives in Llano, Texas.

Melinda Green Harvey, a photographer, wanders every day, taking photographs as she goes. Her love of the Plains and of architecture is apparent in her images.


And here, poetry and photography come together.