Ah, let’s have a poem then, for a change of pace. Here’s William Wordsworth with one of English Romantic poetry’s greatest hits, “Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802”:
Earth hath not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
And alongside this portrait of the Thames at sunrise, let’s have a listen to Ray Davies, writing within sight of the same bridge at sunset some 164 years later.
The Kinks have so many fantastic songs about London, I’m half of a mind to declare that this week is “Kinks Week” and just post seven Kinks tunes in a row.
This song, I should confess, is not only my favorite song about London, it may simply be my favorite song of all time. Plus, Dave Davies’ glasses in the video are killer.