Village life photography

Village life photography So little happens; the black dog
Cracking his fleas in the hot sun
Is history.

The Village
Scarcely a street, too few houses
To merit the title; just a way between
The one tavern and the one shop
That leads nowhere and fails at the top
Of the short hill, eaten away
By long erosion of the green tide
Of grass creeping perpetually nearer
This last outpost of time past. Yet the girl who crosses
From door to door moves to a scale
Beyond the bland day's two dimensions. Stay, then

, village, for round you spins
On a slow axis a world as vast
And meaningful as any posed
By great Plato's solitary mind.

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Pabna
Raghunathpur-Pabna

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