I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

I Long For The Hills

Big gales in the Midlands last night and throughout this morning. The electricty has only just come back on. No computer, no work, no blogging. And, more importantly, no electric toaster and no daytime TV (only joking). Ted Hughes puts it rather more vividly...

Wind

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye...

From The Hawk In The Rain (1957), his first collection of poems.

Not that there are any hills to see from this, my Nottinghamshire window. I wish...

1 comment:

Singing Bear said...

What beautiful words.

We've been pretty wind-blown here in Wales. I'm fortunate enough yo have a small mountain right behind the house and another opposite. Yes, I think these hills have new places!