I hope you'll be reading this one in your bathing costume ... Water by Philip Larkin If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording To dry, different clothes; My litany would employ Images of sousing, A furious devout drench, And I should raise in the east A glass of water Where any-angled light Would congregate endlessly.

Nah. Mackintosh and Wellies, I'm an atheist :)

oh...I just got what you meant... :)

This is a bit long, but worth it, I think. Apolitical Neruda. POETRY (Pablo Neruda) And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating planations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke free on the open sky.

ack. I guess I need to review my settings, no? Thanks anyway. It's beautiful.

The settings are stubbornly for prose, it seems. Glad you liked the poem.

Strange to ignore Borges´ birth anniversary. You asked for a pic of his grae 2 years ago... ...google took me here looking for him :)