Places
Today Hilary invited some of her British buddies from Uni to enjoy the company of flatmates and some home cooked American barbecue. I'll admit that my sauce was a little soupy, but the chicken might have been the most delicious moist chicken that I've ever made.
Bragging aside, it was a cool chance to hear the accent up close and personal again, hear some real live students talk about their home lives and prejudices (....I can never understand that damned Liverpool accent....) and about their satisfaction with Nottingham as a school.
Carol opened up the dinner with a 'meditation', as is the case during most meals, and despite her concluding the poem with "I think it's a gorgeous poem, but I really have no idea what it means...." It really struck a nerve with me, and apparently Mary, who has also posted it on her blog....
Here goes, with the 'confusing parts' omitted:
-Places We Love-
Places we love exist only through us,
Space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,
Places we love we can never leave,
Places we love together, together, together,
And is this room really a room, or an embrace,
And what is beneath the window: a street or years?
And the window is only the imprint left by
The first rain we understood, returning endlessly…
And this door leads into any afternoon
Which outlives it, forever peopled
With your casual movements, as you stepped,
Like fire into copper, into my only memory;
When you go, space closes over like water behind you,
Do not look back: there is nothing outside you,
Space is only time visible in a different way,
Places we love we can never leave.
--Ivan V. Lalic
posted by Kevin @ 1:48 AM
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