You can tell how high the wind is by how still the birds hang. (Rt Rev Rowan Williams)
Archive | Poetry and writing
Geese like letters…
‘..for a moment it was as if we were travelling across the middle of a page, with whiteness and black markings all around us, and geese lifting off the snow like letters coming unstuck.’ (William Fiennes, The Snow Geese)
Two poles..
‘It was as if I existed between two poles, the known and the new, and found myself drawn alternately from one to the other.’ (William Fiennes, ‘The Snow Geese’)
Horror of home
‘A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.’ Baudelaire, Journaux Intimes
Any Where Out Of This World
‘I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul. Baudelaire, ‘Any Where Out Of This World’
Migratory impulse..
‘In ‘The Descent of Man’ Darwin notes that in certain birds the migratory impulse is stronger than the maternal. A mother will abandon her fledglings in the nest rather than miss her appointment for the long journey south.’ Bruce Chatwin, ‘Songlines’
Another beautiful poem..
Swans fly along the road ahead, but still I stand no nearer home. (Anon)
Migration Poems…
LOVE AFFAIR Driving west on a black road, top down, and the wind tousling the gray, I let the radio thunder Siegfried?s death and funeral music. Suddenly I am aware my emotions are all wrong. The autumn colours crackle overhead, and in the open blue some geese in haggard Vs are forging south, but though […]