Sunday, April 16, 2006

They Stay, We Leave


Part of a view from outside my ex-apartment

The Last Adventure
By Jan Struther (Joyce Maxtone Graham)


You think yourselves the adventurous ones, you young ones,
And us becalmed, torpid, our days uneventful,
Our blood stagnant, our minds' antennae blunted:
But I, who was young and now am old, can tell you
There is no adventure like the adventure of age.

No speed that you, steel-nerved, hazard your lives for
Can touch our terrible speed. Faster and faster
Night's poles flash by us, day's wires dip between them;
While we, breathless, dizzy, strung, precarious,
(To your eyes tranquil, rug-wrapped) stare from the window.

No zest of pioneer in a new country,
No quiver and shock of beauty first-time-tasted
Can match our sharpened zest, our quickened perception,
Who, at each day's encounter with familiar beauty,
Ask ourselves: "Is this for the last time?"

You are lusty in love, but you never held woman dearer
Than we hold life, our slim one, our slender darling,
Our sweet, fleet, fickle and false tormentor,
Who stands always on tiptoe, poised to leave us,
Bound to us only by the strength of our will to keep her.

And what's your joy of battle, your pride of conquest
To ours, forlorn defenders of a doomed salient,
Who stave off day by day, grotesquely accoutred
With sword-umbrella, cuirass of antiphlogistine,
The trained, bloody and invincible troops of death?

4 Comments:

Anonymous Nagraj said...

great start to ur new blog KL.Really nice pic!
good luck with ur new blog.

6:03 AM  
Blogger KL said...

Thank you Nagraj :). Please visit it again :).

7:02 AM  
Blogger Manish said...

It was ur ex apartment. hmmmm..
serene lonely look.

8:33 AM  
Blogger KL said...

Yes, it was; beautiful and peaceful - you will understand once I post the picture which gives the whole view. I was very lucky to get it.

7:38 PM  

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