The River
“I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
Is a strong brown god – sullen, untamed and intractable”.
Thomas Stearns Eliot
“Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier;
Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyer of commerce;
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.
The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten
By the dwellers in cities – ever, however, implacable,
Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder
Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated
By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.
His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroom,
In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryard,
In the smell of grapes on the autumn table,
And the evening circle in the winter gaslight”.
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Data/Ora originale: 3/set/2017 12:55:33
Tempo esposizione: 1/60
Numero F: 10
Lunghezza focale: 35 mm
Velocità ISO: 100