"Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again."
The fortieth poem in Housman s seminal collection A Shropshire Lad, Into my heart an air that kills, imagines the past as a land of lost content. It is about nostalgia, and the missed opportunities that we look back on when we grow older. Painted photograph.
August 12th, 2015
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