A image of a small lot between low-(60s era) and mid- (20s era) rise buildings, a concrete square with overgrown weeds and flowering bushes in the centre, with a Brutalist bench nearly swallowed by grass. Text below reads: “Henceforth I shall know / That Nature ne ’ er deserts the wise and pure; / No plot so narrow, be but Nature there / No waste so vacant, but may well employ / Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart / Awake to to Love and Beauty!” Samuel Taylor Coleridge, This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison: Address to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London (1800)
#Coleridge didn't compose this in #London, but it certainly speaks to how I feel when I (virtually) encounter one of the many green pockets of this city.
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