Remembrance of Things Past

Leaf 151 – Art Inspired

 

Henry James summed up the experience of reading Proust as one of “inconceivable boredom associated with the most extreme ecstasy which it is possible to imagine.” It took me twenty years, on and off, to read Proust’s Remembrance (more thoughts on which are posted here). It is an exquisite cathedral of a book. I’m not ready to return to it just yet, but I do sometimes wonder if I shall manage to re-read it in full at least once more in my lifetime?

 

 

à la recherche du temps perdu

 

a bubble,

gently rising

to the surface.

 

 

 

This poem was originally published in still 5: four (2001).

Photographs by Tim Chamberlain.