On arms leant

Some run to escape from their own personality.

The ipod can help because it focuses your thoughts. Then the choice of music still reflects ones personality and it is hard to escape. Often the time is full of thoughts. Sometimes it is void of any thoughts. Today I ran 4 miles. I guess it isn't the type of run that a lot of people would call a run but for me it is enough and is consistent with many years of running. I thought of our time yesterday at the Bosque. I thought of our time together here in this new land and then the time in the old land. Sometimes when I read the poem below by Tennyson I think of my own parents and they indeed see like a time that was old. Then I think of our own times and how much we have leaned on each other. No escape here. In fact it really isn't needed.



And on her lover’s arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old;

Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess follow’d him


Alfred Tennyson


Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. T. S. Eliot