Saturday, 20 June 2009

A moment of calm

All too seldom do we take the time to pause, to free ourselves briefly from the pressures of modern life and quietly meditate. Well may we ask, as did the the one-legged Northamptonshire cricketer W.H. Davies:
What is this life, if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

Or, as the Florentine poet Luciano Sparafucile put it: Durante le fermate nelle stazione รจ vietato servirsi della ritirata.

It's not easy, of course; we have lost the ability to relax, to contemplate, to enjoy silence and inaction. But music can always help us: a simple melody like this, soothing yet somehow inspiring, has the power to transport us to a place where the Weltanschauung is one of infinite tranquillity.


Hugh W-B said...

The Welsh poet W.H.Davies was a one-legged Northamptonshire cricketer? What rubbish you do write!

Tony said...

Well. that's just where you're wrong, Hugh. Look him up here and you will see that he had his right leg amputated below the knee after an accident when he tried to jump a freight train in Ontario. In later life this must have made it quite difficult for him to stand about staring.
I may have been misinformed about the cricket.

Elizabeth said...

He hopped along trying to see past the cricket on his nose I think.

Elizabeth said...

"anche non schiacciare il facchino"

Tony said...

Or, Oh, Mr Porter..

You saucy little minx,you

Elizabeth said...

Minksmeat with sorrel sauce is quite nice I believe.

Tony said...

This is getting quite silly. Pull yourself together, woman.