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| One of the grands I didn't get to see this season! |
from The Prelude
...All shod with steel,
We hissed along the polished ice in games. . . .
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle; with the din,
Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron, . . .
While the star
Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
---William Wordsworth
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Yay for your time with family! Are you an ice skater? Last time I was on the ice I twisted my ankle, and i haven't been keen to repeat the experieince. :) Thank you for the lovely bit of poem! xo
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm not much of an ice skater. I think I've been twice in my life. Neither time was I very adept at staying upright.
DeleteWe lived on a lake long ago, Dori, so your picture brings back good memories-beautiful. And that poem, the final line is so nice. Have a good time with family!
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to jog some good memories!
DeleteSomeday I'd like to go ice skating on a lake. Or better yet, on a canal in the Netherlands!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Pack me in your suitcase!
DeleteI love the photo! And I think it's lovely that the simple activity Wordsworth enjoyed, is still being enjoyed today.
ReplyDeleteAmazing, isn't it?
DeleteBrings back childhood ice skating memories skating on a creek in my backyard. Such a beautiful poem and what a serene location in which to skate.
ReplyDeleteThe creek in my back yard has never frozen. Such is the Deep South!
DeleteI just love these last two lines best of all:
ReplyDeleteand in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
I can imagine how frenzied and fun a vacation must be - but poetry does have a way of centering us and calming the soul. Beautiful photo!