07/05/2024
Many years ago a dear friend Karin Learmont took pity on a young Afrikaner boy who could hardly speak a word of English (still struggle with is and are)and introduced him to a world of English prose and poetry that enriched his life then and still now at age 76. My all-time favourite is Gerard Manley Hopkins. When I am out in the bush or just wishing that I was out in the bush I see his poetry all around me.
So I decided to try and match snatches of his poetry with photos from Wendy and my coddywompling around Southern Africa.
Inversnaid
What would the world be, once bereft
of wet and wilderness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
