April 17, 2011 § 1 Comment
He speaks about the sea: the waves and the water. I recall seeing the sea, moving incessantly in rolling waves and crests. I recall the feeling of waves under my body as it floats effortlessly in a warm holiday sea. I recall cold waves falling over my feet and drawing back the sand and pebbles in a rush from beneath them, somewhere, anywhere in England. He says, as if he has said it many times, like a beckoning bell to summer evensong, the water is unchanged no matter what; being is unchanged no matter what.