Melody Gardot sings "So We Meet Again My Heartache."
It reminds me of the poem "Neutral Tones" of Thomas Hardy.
It reminds me of that mix of emotions I feel when leaving someplace I've enjoyed. I feel this when leaving fish camp. I've felt it other times, too. It is a special kind of finality.
I should like to get this emotion on a page. I have a mechanism for it and believe it can be done. It's been something I've worked on for thirty years now.
From Hardy :
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have the strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing.
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
clues at the scene
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