"Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible. " Walter Cronkite
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Hello San Francisco
"It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world." Oscar Wilde
Sunday, 10 February 2013
A Physics
When you get down to it, Earth
has our own great ranges
of feeling -- Rocky, Smoky, Blue --
and a heart that can melt stones.
The still pools fill with sky,
as if aloof, and we have eyes
for all of this -- and more, for Earth's
reminding moon. We too are ruled
by such attractions -- spun and swaddled,
rocked and lent a light. We run
our clocks on wheels, our trains
on time. But all the while we want
to love each other endlessly -- not only for
a hundred years, not only six feet up and down.
We want the suns and moons of silver
in ourselves, not only counted coins in a cup. The whole
idea of love was not to fall. And neither was
the whole idea of God. We put him well
above ourselves, because we meant,
in time, to measure up.
has our own great ranges
of feeling -- Rocky, Smoky, Blue --
and a heart that can melt stones.
The still pools fill with sky,
as if aloof, and we have eyes
for all of this -- and more, for Earth's
reminding moon. We too are ruled
by such attractions -- spun and swaddled,
rocked and lent a light. We run
our clocks on wheels, our trains
on time. But all the while we want
to love each other endlessly -- not only for
a hundred years, not only six feet up and down.
We want the suns and moons of silver
in ourselves, not only counted coins in a cup. The whole
idea of love was not to fall. And neither was
the whole idea of God. We put him well
above ourselves, because we meant,
in time, to measure up.
Heather McHugh (One of my favourite Seattle poets)
Saturday, 9 February 2013
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