Still on the subject of passions - and being in the present of every moment of life, here is my favourite extract from The Great Lover by Rupert Brooke:
These I have loved...
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines: and feathery, faery-dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such-
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns...
Ringed with blue lines: and feathery, faery-dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such-
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns...
Few have said it better!
0 comments:
Post a Comment