The harvest was over, long ago--the field
lies brown, dry husk
dead leaves, sinewy twigs, egg shell--shorn skin of snake, broken nest, cold.
Past all these in that distant field
Sleep those folks, so very familiar--they sleep in peace.
There once was one--we spent many days, many nights,
Many hurts did I do playing with our hearts,
Yet there is peace: in the dark green grass,
where grasshoppers live,
Where her thought now sleeps, and sleep many unanswered questions.
Translated from: The Harvest is Over (Dhan kata hoyegeche)
by Jibanananda Das.
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achakladar (786) 2007-01-13 13:03
A lovely and familiar pastoral scene from Bengal, make me homesick. The various shades of colour is
kensimage (8565) 2007-01-13 20:49
A nice mix of colors that create a somber late-day mood, Animesh. The idea of looking over someone's shoulder as they gaze out is very good. I wish there were more DOF for the gazing man--it would be nice to see his expression. The shot works pretty well, but maybe there was more potential. Regards, Ken.
Salil_B (737) 2007-01-14 2:52
A scene that is fast vanishing from a Bengal that is being cemented over to park cars ...
As I said, living so far away, you imagine and remember and visualize scenes from your native abode with a more telling effect.
Furachan (0) 2007-01-14 4:03
I like the compsition here much more the rather tepic color treatment (forgive the word, Animesh...) I'm wondering why not B/W for this otherwise fine shot. Any thoughts on this.
Powerful scene for sure,