A Way of Looking
It is the association ater all
We seek, we would retrace our thoughts to find
The thought of which this landscape is the image,
Then pay the thought and not the landscape homage.
It is as if the tree and waterfall
Had their irst roots and source within the mind.
But something plays a trick upon the scene:
A different kind of light, a stranger colour
Flows down on the appropriated view.
Nothing within the mind fits. This is new.
Thought and reflection and reflection must begin again
To fit the image and to make it true.
— Elizabeth Jennings. A Way of Looking. 1955.
