Thursday, November 28, 2013
A Real Satisfaction
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), The South Country (London: J.M. Dent & Co., 1909), pp. 98-99:
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I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding sheet and her worms to fill in the graves, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers—as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero. I like to see the preliminaries of this toil where Nature tries her hand at mossing the factory roof, rusting the deserted railway metals, sowing grass over the deserted platforms and flowers of rose-bay on ruinous hearths and walls. It is a real satisfaction to see the long narrowing wedge of irises that run alongside and between the rails of the South-Eastern and Chatham Railway almost into the heart of London.
