The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
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Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.
If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.
Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.
That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.
Being but men, we walked into the trees.
Beetroot pesto is so easy to make and keeps in a jar in the fridge for a couple of weeks. You can have it with penne pasta, risotto, baked sweet potato, rye toast, crackers…
This recipe is really flexible and versatile. Some suggestions for changes are at the bottom.
Bonus: it’s such a pretty colour!
You will need
I’m riding from London to Morocco on a fixed wheel bicycle covering 2800km soon this September, I would be very grateful if you kind folks on Tumblr donated for the ride.
The charity I’ve chosen (Wheels For Wellbeing) were carefully considered, they do some fantastic work enabling those with disabilities to able to be free, especially considering that the alternated for those who aren’t very mobile is an electric scooter, of which simply contribute to the problem, a pedal cycles adapted to fit them enabling them to have some everyday activity that’ll help them be stronger.
So please people, I implore you to donates, or simply print this poster out and stick it to the nearest signpost/cafe/police officier’s back.
I’ll forever be in your debt if you do.
Uncropped photo of Tank Man.
Spandau Ballet - Gold (by OfficialSpandau)
When you’re feeling down just reiterate ‘I am GOLD’ - not silver, not bronze, but GOLD.
Applies to pretty much every difficult situation out there.
Always believe in your soul
You’ve got the power to know
Always believe in, because you are