Steve
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Post by Steve on Jul 27, 2007 17:18:32 GMT 1
Here's a poem that appeared in the recent TLS. Can someone pass it on to Ian, Elena and Ben? It should have special meaning for those who have been in/worked at the Minster (and been in Aranjuez).
In York Minster
Remember how they said in Aranjuez in dry Castile that the town trees were prodigies because there were rivers underground watering the roots? No rivers run under York: when they dug a cave under the Minster floor to pour new footing for the crossing tower lest it collapse, they found only a drain, a runnel oozed out of the compressed clay, runt of the brotherhood Ouse, Seven, Seph, Riccal, Dove, Foss, Rye, Derwent, Hodge Beck, that spread upon our plain and keep it green. If in the crypt you sense that giant trees root here you err. Above is only stone, bare stone, oolitic limestone, not wood; and yet the mighty towers leaf like stone oaks, the window tracery flowers, the transepts are two boughs, the light on us is filtered as in a wood, people’s voices arrive with the rustle of birds in the undergrowth, and I walk in the nave and remember Aranjuez.
MAIRI MACINNES
Published in TLS, July 20, 2007
Mairi MacInnes is a Scottish Gaelic singer, composer and songwriter.
Steve Victor
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