The opposite side of sunrise. Every time I see the sun starting to light up Table Mountain I am reminded of sitting with my Opop listening, enraptured, while he read Omar Khayyam to me. All these years later the very first verse still grips my imagination:-
Awake! For morning in the bowl of night
Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight
And Lo, the hunter of the east has caught
The sultan's turret in a noose of light
I guess grandparents have a way of helping little ones understand adult poems. I hope I can instill that same love of poetry in my little granddaughter
