twirling & swirling



"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
[...]
let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me"

John Keats (1)




Times may be grave & grim but autumn leaves do keep twirling & swirling (2) . Not to mention their rustling grace when, ever so crisply, they brush the ground.

Times have often been grave & grim (and humans vicious & violent). But ‘nobler natures’ do keep creating and guarding beauty.

Thus, on a gray and troubled November day, one can find quiet relief, standing in the windy entry hall of a lovely museum (3), watching a leaf landing on the floor, whirling amidst swirling mosaic patterns.






just three dwindling notes
(1) the full poem
(2) for A: English for dwarrelen! Wirbeln in German?
(3) The Ghent Museum of Fine Arts - built in the early 20th century, and recently so carefully & lovingly restored, including the floor mosaics

6 comments:

leenhuet said...

Prachtig.

* said...

ja. wirbeln. maar dwarrelen is toch het leukst. het is precies wat de bladeren doen.

ffflaneur said...

bedankt!
Bij jouw "gevallen blad" leek de zwaartekracht wel nog onherroeplijker :-)

ffflaneur said...

@ A - in jouw foto-ID zit er trouwens ook behoorlijk wat wervelende dwarreling

* said...

dwarreling en dwaaling zijn heel belangrijke onderdelen van het menselijk bestaan.

ffflaneur said...

inderdaad, A, dwarreling en dwaling ...arme dwazen die we zijn