A little more poetry

I wanted to share a little more poetry from one of the poets local to the Wye Valley area, Edward Thomas.  Again this is just an excerpt from this poem, please do go and read it all.


Haymaking
– Edward Thomas

Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,
And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled,
Like the first gods before they made the world
And misery, swimming the stormless sea
In beauty and in divine gaiety.
The smooth white empty road was lightly strewn
With leaves—the holly’s Autumn falls in June—
And fir cones standing stiff up in the heat.
The mill-foot water tumbled white and lit
With tossing crystals, happier than any crowd
Of children pouring out of school aloud.
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Tintern Abbey

I have enclosed below a small part of a poem by William Wordsworth which I find very beautiful.  Please do read the rest, I think it evokes the beauty of the area and brings the ruins to mind.
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798
– William Wordsworth
“…And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o’er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. …”

….to see and feel

“You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.”

– Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

Lantau Inspiration

Some Buddha quotes to think on.

  • If you propose to speak always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind.

  • An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea

  • Health is the greatest gift, contentment is the greatest wealth.

Lantau Island

We’re off is most famouon our final Hong Kong adventure to Lantau Island.  There are lots of ways to get to Lantau.  The cheapest is on the underground and bus. But, the most iconic transport is the cable car.  You can pay extra for a private cabin, or a cabin with a glass bottom.

Flying across the mountains, watching the forest go by is serenity tempered with by fear.  It really is an experience.

Lantau’s biggest attraction is the Big Buddha.  As you fly over the hills the Buddha appears between the lush trees.  Serenely sat atop the mountain, the Buddha  is 26m tall and bronze.  When you arrive at the terminal you will be in the created village, pass though this and follow the path to the steps to the Buddha.  There are 268 steps to the top.  You ascend these looking up a Buddha.  When you reach the top there are magnificent views of the surrounding areas.

Lantau Island is also home to Po Lin Monastery.  You are able to wander though the different areas of the temple and view the golden Buddhas within the temple.  The area is full of birds and the sound of water.

A lovely, calm day out.

More of summer

“Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape…” 

Haper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Summer

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” 

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting