I’m celebrating today, that we have today to celebrate with. Firstly, a photograph taken by my husband of part of a statue that stands in St Pancras station, London. An evocative piece which displays the struggle and the ingenuity of man over environment. The second, a beautiful piece of poetry celebrating something quite different – the choice to leave some parts of life and of the planet untouched by man.
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew,
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
Gerard Manley Hopkins