Beyond the glasses
with nascent wine,
with gossamer threads.
Poem by the Austrian poet Franz Weinzettl
Die English translation is my own, and not authorized by the author
The original was published in "Das Glück zwischendurch"
Prosa und Verse. Edition Korrespondenzen, Vienna 2001:
Hinter den Gläsern
mit glänzenden Fäden.
Photographed 12 September 2008
National Park Lake Neusiedl-Seewinkel
An hour's drive south of Vienna
First published 30 September 2008 - Repost
You do take the best photos! so lovely! wonderful poem, too.ReplyDelete
Hummmm ... ce petit vin de Moselle bu dans les tavernes de Grinzling et qui se laisse boire comme du petit lait ... oh là là quelle ambiance autour des tables !!! Très bon souvenirs...ReplyDelete
A bientôt ..
Love that 1st shot - wonderful!ReplyDelete
A brush with color,ReplyDelete
thank you! :-)
I simply love that poem! Every September, when the first grapes are harvested, and the sun turns September golden, its lines come back.
I bet there's a lot of Grüner Veltliner there too! :-)
did you guess what those threads actually are? ;-)
That is a cute-as-a-button cottage! I often imagine myself as a little old woman, like Tasha Tudor living in a place like this.ReplyDelete
We are having the most wonderful Indian Summer here in Trondheim this year. Tomorrow I will take some time off work and plan to play in my garden.ReplyDelete
Oh, to be a child again.......
Grapes are so beautiful.ReplyDelete
What beautiful photographs, and your words are lovely too, I'm sure he would approve.ReplyDelete
Beautiful and yummy close ups!ReplyDelete
I love the flower shots as always but that little (enchanted) cottage is wonderful...it gave me shivers!ReplyDelete
The artist's touch is amazing in all these shots. I do love the one of the rose hips and grapes too. You have such a great eye.ReplyDelete
Hummm ! Très bon vin, il me semble... Hummm, les gorges vont se délier...ReplyDelete
Ia it too early for Hot Chocolate?ReplyDelete
absolutely beautiful photography....what is better than late harvest grapes?!! I am so glad I came across your website....lovely ;-)ReplyDelete
Oh, yes!! Glorious captures of the beauty of the season!! Thank you, as always, for sharing the beauty of your world, Merisi!! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!! Enjoy!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sylvia! :-)Delete
Your lovely Burgenland, where I am now enjoying Indian summer! Thanks for the poem.ReplyDelete
Oh, and there I thought you are in Styria!Delete
I fell in love with Burgenland the first time I ventured down there from Vienna.
The landscape, the people, the vine, so different from the rest of Austria.
What a cute little cottage.ReplyDelete
I dream of living there ever since I first laid eyes on it!Delete
I have been dreaming .... ? ... my English is going down the drain!Delete
Such beautiful images, Merisi!ReplyDelete
Thank you, William!Delete
Oh lucky you with an Indian summer. Beautiful light and pictures, I love the little house it looks perfection in miniature....ReplyDelete
THE COLORS ARE beautiful.....................that light!ReplyDelete
Looks like a magical place, Merisi.ReplyDelete
lovely warm light .. here its finally beginning to feel like fall ...ReplyDelete