Saturday, March 24, 2012

And the fish swim in the lake/ and do not even own clothing.

West to the mountain. Lindisfarne, March 2011.
You can see above one of the fine views from Henry's classroom. Look a bit further to the left (south) and you'll see the Tasman Bridge and the Derwent Estuary open up out to the sea...

A poem.

Salutation, Ezra Pound

O generation of the thoroughly smug
and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
I have seen their smiles full of teeth
and heard ungainly laughter.
And I am happier than you are,
And they were happier than I am;
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.


Steffe said...

wow, that is a fine view. and it looks like someone is building a new home in the neighbourhood.

Kris said...

There's always a few popping up here and there.