And a bewildered glitter of loose road;
Banks of bright growth, with single blades atop
Against white sky; and wires a constant chain
That seem to draw the clouds along with them
(Things which one stoops against the light to see
Through the low window; shaking by at rest,
Or fierce like water as the swiftness grows);
And, seen through fences or a bridge far off,
Trees that in moving keep their intervals
Still one ‘twixt bar and bar; and then at times
Long reaches of green level, where one cow,
Feeding among her fellows that feed on,
Lifts her slow neck, and gazes for the sound.
From Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s London To Folkestone (Half-Past One To Half-Past Five)




















Love the image with the heaven sign. I’d add that it’s a place where nothing bad ever happens, but that’s me.
Great shot.
Thanks for the comment! Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for that particular picture… It’s from a postcard I bought in Folkestone. It’s such a good image; I had to include it.
“Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens” is from the Talking Heads song “Heaven”.
Joe