Monday, January 31, 2011
To a Poet a thousand years hence...
View of Sierra de las nieves taken from behind the house yesterday...
Today a beautiful sunny day... but blooming cold! Friend at the Boardroom this morning had ice on his windscreen this morning, lives in the campo... and I am sure it was warming when I took Pip out this morning before light!
We were sat outside Bar Cruz waiting for the sun to make it over the Sierra de Mijas, and it took its time! Then it would get diluted by the palm tree! As I approached home I thought its looks cold in there... it was, is! My new halogen fire is doing a turn in the lounge now as I write! I have put some washing up on the terrace which is now in the sun... Just hope my jeans dry for tomorrow, they're all up there, and that's all I seem to wear these days, now and again I think of wearing a dress or skirt! But would feel so strange I would imagine everyone stopping and pointing!!!
Once home I was on a mission, I had something to find... and I hate it when I cant find things! I can empty cupboards and turn the whole house up side down... Not quite today, but I did have to take the TV off the chest, moving all the cables etc out of the way, lift the lid and delve in side! Was it there? Nope of course not! So I had already gone through everywhere else down stairs and moved up! We have no storage here, so its find it, or its gone! I used to be able to hoard things in the attic, we do not have that luxury here...
Once up stairs I sat on the bed and looked at the bookcase... and *ping* on came the light bulb in my mind! There is the card I was looking for, inside my postcards tin... yes, I have saved all the postcards I have received over the years... Luckily don't get any any more, the tin can hold no more! But what I wanted was in there... Just wish I had remembered earlier, some of the cards and mementos I had to see in other places I would have been happier to have not had to see, for a while yet anyway...
Also in my postcard box I have come across a little poem, well a long poem actually, which I know I have posted before, but well, what the heck I am going to do it again, because I love it so much, and should be shared... That's why it was written, to share...
... but before I copy it wanted to say... "I went out Saturday evening"... wha hey!!! I know, me going out, in the evening, in the dark! Me and a friend met and walked to the Cruz to be picked up by friends... We stood there feeling very out of place, normally tucked up in... the house at that time of day, all of 7pm!
And we went to a great road side bar on the Coín road, five of us, and shared a great evening, full of laughter, talk and wine! I got back about 11pm, I had left the tv on for Pip and some lights, I thought I would sleep immediately, but not sure if it was the wine, or the excitement, but I could not sleep, I watched tv till gone 1am, then still couldn't sleep, my heart was doing a Ginger Baker
solo... I must admit, I did lay in till 8am, and just told Pippa when at 7am the alarm went off, forget it! Another hour por favor! Then when I came down stairs, the curtains were still open, door unlocked, you cannot get in from the outside, but I do always lock it from the inside too! It looked like I had just popped up stairs!
And no real bad ill effects either yesterday, bit wobbly around the legs... and I managed to do a little video of the coast road now its opened, 15 minutes from the garden centre to the Cala round about, in total! So obviously, 7 minutes each way!! Amazing! Holding my camera up for the whole time was a bit heavy going! I think only alcohol was in my hands on the way back, they were numb anyway!
Ok poem... enjoy....
To a poet a thousand years hence
I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.
I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.
But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?
How shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.
Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
by James Elroy Flecker.