November 2010
82 posts
Oslo
The Little Hands Of Asphalt
And with the way I say goodbye I could have ruined everything. But I'll be seeing you around because Oslo is a small, small town.
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“In the middle of my journey through life,
a dark wood overcame me
for I had lost my way.” —Dante’s La Commedia Divina
a dark wood overcame me
for I had lost my way.” —Dante’s La Commedia Divina
The Slow Starter by Louis MacNeice
A watched clock never moves, they said:
Leave it alone and you’ll grow up.
Nor will the sulking holiday train
Start sooner if you stamp your feet.
He left the clock to go its way;
The whistle blew, the train went gay.
Do not press me so, she said;
Leave me alone and I will write
But not just yet, I am sure you know
The problem. Do not count the days.
He left the calendar alone;
The postman knocked, no letter came.
O never force the pace, they said:
Leave it alone, you have lots of time,
Your kind of work is none the worse
For slow maturing. Do not rush.
He took their tip, he took his time,
And found his time and talent gone.
Oh you have had your chance, It said;
Left it alone and it was one.
Who said a watched clock never moves?
Look at it now. Your chance was I.
He turned and saw the accusing clock
Race like a torrent round a rock.
Listen
You fall asleep on the floor
Because the spiders won’t leave you alone
Now there’s gravel in my head
Crows sleep in my bed
I know I’m dressed like a child
But you’re all dressed like death
and there’s a river that flows
Right through my home
It’s full of keys and toys
That you forgot you had
Walking away is easy
It’s staying that’s so hard
