Tuesday, 1 February 2011
The unfurling city...
My picture was taken from the top of a high tower yesterday -- such a hopeful blue sky soaring over London that I couldn't quote The Waste Land ('Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn...') So here is Wordsworth instead, from 'Upon Westminster Bridge'.
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare...