However seeing this pic reminded me of one evening in Delhi when I realised how truly small the world is. Chatting to a young lady from India we touched upon poetry - something I studied for my degree. I was stunned when she started talking about Keats - one of my favourites - and then I almost fell off my chair when she started on Gerard Manley Hopkins!! He is totally amazing and someone I had studied closely - why was I so surprised that this Indian lady should also be a fan? Distance? Culture? The belief that India would have their own poets elevated way and above our weak-willed Romantics?Whatever the reason I realised that great literature, like great music, like great acting, like great stories have no boundaries!
In two weeks we are heading for the South of France for a week so we are happy to take your recommendation for restaurants and jazz clubs in Montpellier - and poets!
Let's see how I do:
India
That first sharp heat, and sights and sounds and frightening rain,
Was tempered by kind clear eyes and smiles - and the possibility became real like an elephant's strength,
And I sit here, no longer the Eastern boy, missing the certain warmth both on me and through me, onwards to an exciting future. Let it not be another 42 years before I rush back once more, to that sharp heat!
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