And then there is the Kipling poem of the other day which helped me to see my own yearnings to revisit a long ago time in a far away place, something which Edgar Drake, the piano tuner, actually does, not a revisit though, but rather a first time adventure as a forty-one year old and after eighteen years of marriage:
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say;
"Come you back, you British Soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay;
Can't you 'ear their paddles clunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
There's several more verses here...
It's late afternoon; gotta go walk in the rest of the light...
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