We will go still farther, to the farthest end of the Baltic Sea still farther from life if possible we will settle at the Pole. "Have you sunk into so deep a stupor that you are happy only in your unhappiness? If that is the case, let us fly to countries that are the counterfeits of Death. "Perhaps you would like Batavia better? There, moreover, we should find the wit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics." What do you say to Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts, and ships that are moored on the doorsteps of houses?" "Since you are so fond of being motionless and watching the pageantry of movement, would you like to live in the beatific land of Holland? Perhaps you could enjoy yourself in that country which you have so long admired in paintings on museum walls. You see it is a country after my own heart a country entirely made of mineral and light, and with liquid to reflect them." It is a city by the sea they say that it is built of marble, and that its inhabitants have such a horror of the vegetable kingdom that they tear up all the trees. "Tell my, my soul, poor chilly soul, how would you like to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and you would be as blissful as a lizard in the sun. It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window. Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds. I look forward to hearing back from your soon!Īnd here is one of my favourite love poems: Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley I'll collect all submissions early next week and make them into a special episode to post here with your name or any other links you'd like to include. The recording quality doesn't need to be perfect, and you can use your mobile phone or computer to record. I'd like to invite you to read one of your favourite LOVE poems and send the audio recording to my email box It can be in different languages and from various countries as long as it's your favourite love poetry, that's good. Today is Chinese Valentine's Day, and I'd like to create a special episode featuring your favourite LOVE poetries. I'm glad to have you along the journey with me to feel the beauty of those classic and modern poems. Thanks a lot for listening to my show over the past two years. The learned doubt, the chatter of cultured apes Springs in that waste, some spirit which escapes Such savage and scarlet as no green hills dare Hoping, if still from the deserts the prophets come, Yet there are some like me turn gladly homeįrom the lush jungle of modern thought, to find Whose boast is not: "we live" but "we survive",Īnd her five cities, like five teeming sores,Įach drains her: a vast parasite robber-state Her rivers of water drown among inland sands,įloods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth. The emotions and superstitions of younger lands, They call her a young country, but they lie:Ī woman beyond her change of life, a breast Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away. But the traveller, travelling through it,Ī Nation of trees, drab green and desolate greyĭarkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws
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