The cathedral ...

This morning we visited the cathedral - 

I'd visited it before, when we'd taken a house in Soller - 

I remembered the journey to Palma by train, the glimpses of pine trees from the wooden carriage, the sun above the mountain, the taste of wine upon my tongue - 

Memories, Apollinaire said, are like hunting horns, dying on the wind - 

Entering, once more, the vast murmuring space, I heard the far off music - 

12.30

Thursday 13 October 2015

The Cathedral 

Palma