A frozen snow globe; a diamond landscape,
A world frosted like a delicate cake.
Snowmen call to their neighbours at night,
Snowflakes replace the birds and the kites.
Footsteps break the mumbling silence,
A coat trails patterns into the soft snow hence,
A lantern glimmers in the black
And time whispers at the stranger’s back.
He walks each night – unheard and unseen,
A shrouded figure so tall and so lean,
Constantly wandering under the moon
As others sleep in their soft cocoons.
He has no purpose – no wanderer’s task,
Only to walk under Winter’s mask,
Now watch, look, as he drifts through the lanes;
Next time you look he’ll have gone again.
First, a few words from the translator herself
“the piece with the text in bold is a poem written between 1814 and 1820. It was written by a man who used to travel the country and write songs/poems about the places he visited. This poem is written about a place called Tinker’s or Vaxhaul Gardens. It was a pleasure garden located in Collyhurst in Manchester. This is one of the very few eye-witness accounts of the Gardens. The Gardens no longer remain as other popular pleasure gardens opened (such as Belle Vue) and put Tinker’s Gardens out of business. The poem was written in Lancashire dialect and at a first glance it seems to be undecipherable and I fancied the challenge of translating it. Through research, context, input from someone who is familiar with the dialect and some skills of deduction, I have managed to write a translation. (…) I hope that you consider it for the Greenlight and if it is unsuccessful, I hope you enjoy reading it.”
Kitty, we enjoyed it so much and we hope that everyone else will too!
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What is time?
Time is change. The only way we, as human beings, know that time exists is because we see things change. And we know ourselves that we are changing. Things are always moving or changing positions or are altering in some way. If nothing ever changed, if all things stood still and remained exactly as they are, there would be no time or anyone to care about anything. Things do change. We change the position of our own body constantly. Every time we breath, parts of our body move. All movement is change. The world around us is in constant motion. Air moves. Even objects that seem like they’re not changing at all are always changing. All things in the physical universe change. Everything on earth is changing, and it’s because of time.
What is time? A progress of our mortal existence. We like to measure time as it passes. We started measuring time by watching the sun, moon and stars. As these bright objects moved through the sky in the same synchronisation each day and night, we were able to figure out time passing. We saw that each day and night, together, were about the same length of time each day. There were times of the year when days grew longer and nights grew shorter. We recognised these perfect patterns and learned to live by them and rely on them- far more reliant than any of us had ever been.
What is time? A second. A minute. An hour. A second isn’t much longer than the time it takes to snap our fingers. A minute is sixty of those precious seconds. Sixty minutes make a swift hour. And the measurements start to get longer as twenty-four hours make our whole day. Seven days make a week. Fifty-two weeks make a year. Until our whole life is zooming past us till the end.
That is time and time is endless.