Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Old Habitual Beauty: September 16, 2015

September 16, 1932

[O]n my walk I almost felt my mind glow like hot iron -- so complete & holy was the old habitual beauty of England: the silver sheep clustering; & the downs soaring, like birds wings sweeping up & up -- I said [to] myself that beauty had become almost entirely satisfactory. . . .  I mean, I can fasten on a beautiful day, as a bee fixes itself on a sunflower.  It feeds me, rests me, satisfies me, as nothing else does.

(D4 124)

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