I know the grass beyond the door

Running rest-day ...

... like many I'm sure, been thinking about events in Glasgow. My brother used to live near The Clutha Bar, and we've shared a drink there on occasion.

Here's a Dante Gabriel Rossetti poem about the seeming circularity of life - taken from the pictured 1983 collection, which I've blipped from before:


Sudden Light

I HAVE been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

---

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)