fredag, augusti 21, 2009

Edwardianskt landskapsrum

Grantchester Orchard, våren 1997

eithe genoimen . . . would I were
In Grantchester, in Grantchester!
---Some, it may be, can get in touch
With Nature there, or Earth, or such.
And clever modern men have seen
A Faun a-peeping through the green,
And felt the Classics were not dead,
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head,
Or hear the Goat-foot piping low: . . .
But these are things I do not know.
I only know that you may lie
Day long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,
Until the centuries blend and blur
In Grantchester, in Grantchester. . . .

--- Rupert Brooke, Berlin 1912.

Inga kommentarer: