Friday, July 15, 2011

More Postal Deliveries

Lots of lovely and inspiring things arriving in the post this week.

Remember those boots I posted about recently... those ones I could not live without? Well, I discovered that the husband does read my blog as he felt he needed to ask why I needed another pair of boots. As I am sure y'all know, boots are like coats. Different ones suit different purposes. These ones appear to suit freezing cold, windy, rainy weather as they have hardly left my feet since they arrived.

My UK Homes and Gardens arrived today too. It's the annual French issue and it looks lovely.

I heard an interview on the radio recently with one of my favourite authors, Alexander McCall Smith, who said that one of his favourite reads is W.H. Auden Collected Shorter Poems.

I am not a fan of poetry particularly, because I usually don't 'get it', but, curious, I picked up a copy when on Book Depository recently. I can't say I've read it yet, except for opening randomly and reading the poem where the book fell. I thought I'd share it with you, as it's beautiful. Happy Weekend x.

As I Walked Out One Evening
by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on.

All images my own. Poem from here.

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