FROM MY BALCONY

 


A thing of beauty is a joy forever;

It's loveliness increases, it will never

Pass into nothingness...

John Keats


To see a World in a grain of sand

And Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.


William Blake


Clouds are glorious 

Gilded horizon

Dewèd hedgerows glitter -

But weeping is in their voice.

Bird song tumultuous

Moonrise gentle

Grass tremulous in the softened breeze,

While the world is on its knees...


Yet my soul sings

'Beauty will be victorious!'


Juliet Ross - written during an evening walk on the day of the Manchester and London terror attacks 6.6.17





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