“Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way” -Pablo Neruda
I am convinced that looking into a person’s eyes can lead you to interpretation of someone’s sadness, joy, confusion, depression, and even sanity. Lately, I have trying to capture the essence of these emotions when I photograph someone. My beautiful baby granddaughter has captivating eyes. I love to watch her look into her mother’s eyes. Her curiosity is astounding for a five month old infant. She examines her surroundings and then will look at you at if to ask what is this or where am I?
Of course, I am not original in my fascination with eyes and what they can reveal. Many photographers try to capture the essence of their subjects’ eyes. I will follow suit by taking photographs of people’s eyes in the next few weeks. If you have a photograph that you would like to share please post it on your blog with a tag or #Eyes are Poems.
The following is a poem I wrote many years ago as I watched my students taking state standards tests which they had to pass as a graduation requirement.
Some bright and alert,
Some showing delight,
too tired to fight,
Some barely interested,
Some totally so frustrated,
questions no one asked them before.
And I was expected to ask them even more.
Their eyes said it all;
their torment so clear.
I watch and learn;
they taught me more
tests cause true and real fear.
Melba Christie 2001
“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.”