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Whose waters, silly



A whole bunch of my favourite things here: sunrise, sunburst, water, clouds, a clean, fresh-looking photograph. Here's a Robert Graves poem to go with it! Rushing to pre-post this, the waters have broken!

Nature's Lineaments
Robert Graves

When mountain rocks and leafy trees
And clouds and things like these,
With edges,

Caricature the human face,
Such scribblings have no grace
Nor peace-

The bulbous nose, the sunken chin,
The ragged mouth in grin
Of cretin.

Nature is always so: you find
That all she has of mind
Is wind,

Retching among the empty spaces,
Ruffling the idiot grasses,
The sheeps' fleeces.

Whose pleasures are excreting, poking,
Havocking and sucking,
Sleepy licking.

Whose griefs are melancholy,
Whose flowers are oafish,
Whose waters, silly,
Whose birds, raffish,
Whose fish, fish.

Comments

Julie said…
Ezra and the sheep will probably have similar pleasures for a while: excreting, poking, havocking, sucking and sleepy licking.

Well chosen ...
T said…
Hi bro..thanks for the comment in my blog. Anyway, I like this post. The view is amazing. Love the sunshine!

Cheers!
Anonymous said…
Especially nice photograph.
T said…
Sure thing, Sir! :)
Uma por Dia said…
Awesome reflexion and great lyrics!
Anonymous said…
Many many congratulations! Ezra is gorgeous! (you look knackered!).

Just to let you know I have awarded you An Award. Feel free to ignore, or come and collect it over at my place (second July 22nd entry). Hopefully it will get you a few more visitors anyway.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, cheers for that. I have three now and have been very slack in acknowledging/passing them on. I will do it very very soon though. As I'm sure you know, I've had my hands full lately!
Suzi-k said…
another of my favourite things here too.... I adore the way the sun in winter turns the water into a silvery mirror. In summer it is too high in the sky, and the water has a stronger blue look, but in winter when the sun glances off the sea at a low angle, the quality of the light is magical for me.

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