"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Strange Confluence

A confluence of colour,
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Of rivers
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And geometries.
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The contrast of light and shade,

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A meeting of land and sky,
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The occasional harmonies of monks and music,
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The fusing of health and safety,
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And the fellowship of friends in need.
All were encountered as we travelled on to Darjeeling.

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..”Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also..

From “Strange Meeting” by Wilfred Owen.
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5 responses

  1. Toffeeapple

    Such colour saturation, especially the turquoise drums with the multi coloured bases. Stunning.

    October 9, 2011 at 3:54 pm

    • I think it might have been the most colourful of all the monasteries we visited. But maybe the brightness of that day contributed..

      October 9, 2011 at 4:10 pm

  2. I like traveling to Darjeeling. Even if vicariously through photos.

    October 9, 2011 at 8:01 pm

    • It’s a great journey, Glynn. You’d enjoy the real thing too!

      October 9, 2011 at 9:04 pm

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