I am a terrible travel blogger. No photos and there aren’t going to be any more blog posts, sorry. I adored the cruise but in order to enjoy the moment to its maximum, I refused to spend my time documenting it.
However, I did want to remember the last night. After dinner we got changed and went up to the hot tub on deck 11 to watch the sunset over the Atlantic. It was a perfect, glorious hour of beauty and tranquility. As I was watching the sky change through its fiery spectrum, I kept thinking of Gerard Manley Hopkins: “Glory be to God for dappled things, for skies of couple-colour…” and also “gash gold-vermilion”, but mostly this, which is the only poem I know, more or less, by heart:
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod.
And all is seared with trade, bleared, smeared with toil
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this nature is never spent;
there lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black west went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward springs –
Because the holy ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.