The Alchemist in the City

"My window shows the travelling clouds,
Leaves spent, new seasons, alter’d sky,
The making and the melting of crowds:
The whole world passes; I stand by"

After a tortuous long day I find some poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins next to the fireside.

Seven hours of teaching just today. Thus poems and not weblogging. But bear with me. Soon Ireland, Sligo and W.B. Yeats with dad.