Jove in the clouds...

©fourteenth

III

Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth.
No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave
Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind
He moved among us, as a muttering king,
Magnificent, would move among his hinds,
Until our blood, commingling, virginal,
With heaven, brought such requital to desire
The very hinds discerned it, in a star.
Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be
The blood of paradise? And shall the earth
Seem all of paradise that we shall know?
The sky will be much friendlier then than now,
A part of labor and a part of pain,
And next in glory to enduring love,
Not this dividing and indifferent blue.

Wallace Stevens
from Sunday Morning

Αίπος

Αίπος ©fourteenth

Ναός το Αίπος.

Αξεχώριστος τώρα,

ναός μες στ' άστρα.

Ν. Γ. Χούλης

από την ποιητική του συλλογή Τόπος Γυμνός, 2012

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things: Gerard Manely Hopkins

open mountain ©fourteenth

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889

Adolfo Bioy Casares : The Invention of Morel

Aegean  ©fourteenth

The sea is endless when you are in a rowboat.

Adolfo Bioy Casares
The Invention of Morel

(with brightness of peace)

©fourteenth

... (with brightness of peace)

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places


yes is a world
& in this world
of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

 e. e. cummings




(with thanks to the exceptional blog
love is a place for inspiration on the title.)

love of mountains and all that is sky

cloud mountain

light mountain

love of mountains