(well, it is Sunday afternoon…)

Beati Quorum Via (1905)

The Blue Bird

(I can’t quite separate this in my mind from the stupendously strange 1976 film based on the Maeterlinck story, but as far as I know it’s nothing to do with Maeterlinck - the text, by Mary Coleridge, is this:

The lake lay blue below the hill,

O’er it, as I looked, there flew

Across the waters, cold and still,

A bird whose wings were palest blue.

The sky above was blue at last,

The sky beneath me blue in blue,

A moment, ere the bird had passed,

It caught his image as he flew.

Who needs Malevich, eh?)