Thursday, January 6, 2011

I went for a walk at lunch the other day.

It is hard in the midst of the city to pretend you are in the wild wood.

But sometimes you have help

"This we’ll gladly hear-
a lonely, wild heart
that in limitless freedom
still finds its way to us."
                                 The Loons Head North
                            Tarjei Vesaas

The Whole landscape drifted away to the north,
To Moose Factory, hundreds of miles, to the pole
And beyond, to the Arctic ends of the earth,”
A Window on the North
R.A.D. Jones

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