Where the Wild Things Are
It’s broad church, wild things.
Includes wildly beautiful things.
Especially light unto the darkness things.
These three for example.
Be sure to notice the castles. The chess pieces.
The golden lighthouse on the Strand. It looks it. And so it should do. Because the Strand – that olden golden word – means shore or bank. See how perfect London can be.
Do pub lamps come any more inviting, any more come hitherish? They illumine the poetry in the pathways of the pub. “That’s all right, passerby: drink to me only with thine eyes.”