There is something really quite magical about this poem NDubya...funnily enough I felt it transported me to my own childhood when I used to take the train to London to see my mothers family there...your description of the perfect stripes linked with this memory (though i have to confess I wouldn't have been thinking about physics as i am not a technical person!!)...however it reminded me of those meditative moments that you sometimes get on long train journeys and how your attention can become focused on a particular phenomena in such a way.....brilliant and multi layered as ever!
Goodnight all...just popping off to combine romance with real ale (Amelie and "Old Bob"....)
here's a bit of soppiness before I go....
What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands?
What fields are as fragrant as your hands?
You feel how external fragrance stands
upon your stronger resistance.
Stars stand in images above.
Give me your mouth to soften, love;
ah, your hair is all in idleness.
See, I want to surround you with yourself
and the faded expectation lift
from the edges of your eyebrows;
I want, as with inner eyelids sheer,
to close for you all places which appear
by my tender caresses now.
Translated by John J.L. Mood
Rainer Maria Rilke
Spirit Of Fell Running.
The fresh air flows past me,
Setting my senses afire,
With the multitude of smells and sounds,
It's such joy to be in the hills running,
Being one with the nature,
That i am a part of,
These are my elysian fields,
Amongst the bogs, hills and tarns,
Of this fair land.
By Herakles.
hill repetitions
on sun drenched Ilkley Moor
what an evening!
Poacher turned game-keeper