Apr 30 19
Reading some of the writing of Kirill Gluschenko (see our Staff Pick above) brought to mind the William Wordsworth poem: My Heart Leaps Up (1807). And though his subject matter is not rainbows in the sky but bold edifices of modernist concrete — we feel strongly that he would appreciate and understand the following lines.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.