TRIP TO HISTORICAL BATH POEM 1

So we start afresh with a new set of photos - those I took while in Bath. An elegant city I came upon the Roman Baths, the Cathedral and took a bus to see the rest of the area. Taking in the sights, I was pleased it was a sunny day and found myself walking amongst history quite amiably.

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I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.” Sylvia Plath

The View

My eye pursues the length,

The depth, the breadth of it,

Staring into the space,

Into the distance elongate.

If I look along the line,

I can judge the distance,

By degree and measure,

My hand outstretched.

Without the rule,

I only know the relative,

But I can be sure of height,

Width related gives me the angle.

But what will I do

With this information?

For till I trust the eye,

Or walk the mile, it is relative.

“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.” Charlotte Brontë