Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Giant in the mist



Giant in the mist, originally uploaded by Goggla.
I love how nothing in this city is too big to disappear. Even the Empire State Building - one-time tallest building in the world - can lose its head to a bit of evening fog. Only those with the firmest, largest, all-encompassing grips on the ground will remain, weathering what ever forces manage to decapitate egos lost in the clouds.

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

-- W.H. Auden

4 comments:

  1. This photo is lovely. I have a perfect view of the Empire State Building from my front window, it's often doing something interesting.

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  2. This photo is lovely. I have a clear view of the Empire State Building from my front window,it's often doing something interesting in relation to the weather and the colors of the day.

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  3. glorious.

    I have wondered the same re your query at EVs re the back of old church on Great Jones. There used to be a billboard there in the parking lot about a children's orphanage. That must have been it.

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  4. so beautiful and wonderful post.

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