From my bedroom in a tower of the castle I can see for miles –
the space and wonder of the sky is extraordinary…
it reminds me of this piece:
sunset
Then new events said to me,
‘Don’t move. A sublime generosity is
coming towards you.’
You are the fountain of the sun’s light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.
The soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.
Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
Changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.
This comes of smiling back
at your smile.
Hurrahing in harvest
Summer ends now; now barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sackclouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up. I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our saviour;
And eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic – as a stallion stalwart, very violet-sweet!
these things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him O half curls earth for him off under his feet.
Gerald Manley Hopkins