September 2010
30 posts
last day in leucadia
Listen
HEALTH ! I seek thee ;—dost thou love
The mountain top or quiet vale,
Or deign o’er humbler hills to rove
On showery June’s dark south-west gale ?
If so, I’ll meet all blasts that blow,
With silent step, but not forlorn;
Though, goddess, at thy shrine I bow,
And woo thee each returning morn.
I seek thee where, with all his might,
The joyous bird his rapture tells,
Amidst the half excluded light, That gilds the fox-glove’s pendant bells ;
Where cheerly up this bold hill’s side The deep’ning groves triumphant climb ;
In groves Delight and Peace abide, And Wisdom marks the lapse of time.
To hide me from the public eye,
To keep the throne of Reason clear,
Amidst fresh air to breathe or die,
I took my staff and wander’d here.
shooter’s hill — robert bloomfield
“..our conscious views of what life ought to be seldom correspond to what life really is. We refuse to admit within ourselves, or within our friends, the fullness of that pushing, self-protective, malodorous, carnivorous, lecherous fever which is the very nature of the organic cell.”
—joseph campbell — the hero with a thousand faces
Listen
away
Listen
remain
march, 2009
‘Ye
who erect, in many a mass, Rise from the
scarcely dimpled glass, That with distinct
and mellow glow, Reflect your monstrous
forms below;’
—robert bloomfield
