tirsdag 27. november 2018
An order of service - a poem by Geoffrey Hill
As I'm heading north for a conference this week, I think it is a suitable way to end the blogging of the month of November with a poem by Geoffrey Hill, whose imagery plays with the frozen landscapes that might be awaiting.
An order of service
(From King Log, 1968)
He was the surveyor of his own ice-world,
Meticulous at the chosen extreme,
Though what he surveyed may have been nothing.
Let a man sacrifice himself, concede
His morality and be done with it;
There is no end to that sublime appeal.
In such a light dismiss the unappealing
Blank of his gaze, hopelessly vigilant,
Dazzled by renunciation's glare.