.. We go hungry
amid the giant granaries
this world is ..
Like Keats listening to the doctor
who said the best thing
for tuberculosis was to eat only one
slice of bread and a fragment
of fish each day. Keats starved
himself to death because he yearned
so desperately to feast on Fanny Brawne.
..
Where are we, Hercule?
We're on something called a road, Auguste, where we can walk together.
Couldn't we do this, indoors?
Not and know the truth of
it,
my friend, that our road may
end in someone's sense of what
is wise.
it,
my friend, that our road may
end in someone's sense of what
is wise.
Jack Gilbert
The Dance Most of All
The Danger of Wisdom
[fragment]
Knopf, 2009©
and the simple photo of melancholy shared by two -does sometime end up in each others sense of wise
ReplyDeleteA brief yet wonderfully evocative post of longing and discovery, complemented, as always, by excellent photos.
ReplyDeletehadn't thought of that ~ thank you
ReplyDeleteWell, A, even the monks resorted to illumination. Here, we have portraits so that parliament may open; they are the quorum.
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