I have sat here happy in the gardens
Watching the still pool and the reeds
And the dark clouds
Which the wind of the upper air
Tore like the green leafy boughs
Of the divers-hued trees of late summer…
Sunday Sayings: Fountain at Middle Temple, London and an extract from Richard Aldington’s “Au vieux jardin”
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You do chose beautiful things. Lovely lines, and the image is so exquisite, makes you want to really be there.
I’m glad this, one of my favourite places to sit in London (especially now the Mulberries are fruiting) has come through the photograph to you – thanks Neil
p.s. am featuring this place later in the week – lots of history of the Knights Templar here
Then we’re pleased all round the table. Oh Laura, so oft what you present is so “English”, as in foreign, to me. Culture differences, as much as we’re same family too. Here, we are still so young and brash I think, including me. But there is a tone, a flavor that arrives at times, quite attractive to me. Made me recall a favored documentary of mine about the life and times, back Shakespeare’s day, some pretty rugged stuff, passionate and a little dangerous too. How I love that manner of speech, as my tongue turns for a while after hearing it. Not affectation but admiration. Look forward to your next visit there.
not so much round the table as in the round church … and here is Edmund Spenser in Tudor English tongue:
“An house of ancient fame.
There when they came, whereas those bricky towers,
The which on Thames’ broad aged back do ride,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers
There whilom wont the Templar Knights to bide,
Till they decayed through pride:”
[“Prothalamion”]
See. There you go. I’m smiling too.