There is truly no predicting the outcome of a composition. As one explores a poem’s theme (“To a Swallow” in this case, but it is true of every other work), one is constantly amazed by the interesting ways in which it may be expressed. (Of these, some are good and some are bad, but now and then, one writes something so excellent—at least in one’s own estimation—that one can scarce believe one’s luck!)
I now wish Notre Dame had been wholly destroyed by the fire. vincent.callebaut.org
On this clear autumn evening in South Africa, as if in concert, all across the Overberg, the rolling hills are being sown with wheat and barley—the prelude to one of the most beautiful sights in the world: fields blown by the wind!