city lights at dusk
The City at Night, Molly Fairhurst
I had two errands to run today, on opposite ends of the city. This meant I got to cycle through as the sun set, at dusk, and it struck me the things I found pretty. The reflection of red traffic lights on the wet pavement. A string of lights across a cafe. A row of pigeons crowded on a wall.
It made me think of this poem.
And the note accompanying it on the page:
The essential advantage for a poet is not to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom and the horror and the glory.