Phoebus in the Forest.
Phoebus, standing in the forest
With trees grown old on all sides,
Looked about him sadly and cried:
“Which of you now is my dearest?”
Phoebus in the Clearing
Phoebus, standing in the forest clearing
Where evergreen trees had once grown
But now were gone, and with them her,
Looks into the blinding sunlight and frowns.
James Holden is a writer working across the critical-creative divide. He is a specialist in British and European culture from the birth of Chopin in 1810 to the death of Monet in 1926. His published work includes In Search of Vinteuil: Music, Literature and a Self Regained (Sussex Academic Press, 2010). James also writes experimental prose and poetry.
His website is www.culturalwriter.co.uk
He tweets as @CulturalWriter