25 January 2002

Oscar Wilde

I never saw a man who looked,
With such a wistful eye,
Upon that little tent of blue,
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed,
In Happy Freedom by.

This is taken from The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde. He wrote it whilst serving a two year prison sentence in Reading Gaol prison. I find it so pertinent. Whenever I walk around, I constantly watch the sky. I tell myself "Eyes skyward".
I am very aware of changes in seasons - watching trees change, noticing the colours - and a favourite pastime, watching the birds.

All of this is a constant reminder of life beyond the walls.


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