I forgot to give you a poem on the way. I got a tiny booklet with a neat collection of the underground poems in London. The underground poems? Yes, they have some in their trains and in the stations and I bet everybody is just walking by and nobody notices. Since 1986. I got the 2009 edition and I found a nice one for those who are interested in poetry. It goes like that:
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
September 3, 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
You see, I lost my heart on that town and I will keep on coming back, at least once a year. But now, I have to go back to my daily business. There’s a thesis that has to be written and there is a life after study that wants to be planned. Big sigh.