The morning chill and clear hurts my skin while it delights my mind : 無料・フリー素材/写真
The morning chill and clear hurts my skin while it delights my mind / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-継承 2.1 |
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| 説明 | The morning chill and clear hurts my skinwhile it delights my mind. Frost flowerspierce through clots of mud; there are crustsof ice on duckboards, which creak and strainunderfoot as I breathe - steam becomingshards - and light my morning pipe. Strangewhat a comfort fire can be: the hand-cuppedflare of a struck match, the warm redgrizzle of lighted tobacco fraying to whitelike a lit fuse. The clay stem feels snugbetween my teeth; I affect a nonchalance,flicking the brittle black questionmarkinto the slime. There are magpies in pairsover No Man's Land. First shells screech and fall.Poem by Giles Watson, 2013. The first sentence is from the war-diary of Edward Thomas: an undated comment on the last pages of the diary which he was carrying when he died. The ironic reference to paired magpies over No Man's Land comes from the same diary, 17th March, 1917. Thomas had a fondness for clay pipes, and always carried several of them. Thomas was lighting his pipe at the moment when he was killed. |
| 撮影日 | 2013-10-04 19:59:36 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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