It isn’t just my aged mother who is confused by Windows. I’ve been looking at the other kind and wondering what they are for.
They aren’t usually there to be looked at. But are they there to look out of? Or to look in at?
Presumably it depends on where you are: if you’re outside, you look in, and if you’re inside, you look out.
But with the windows in the first few photos here, that doesn’t seem to work: I was outside looking out.
Perhaps it’s more a case of looking through?
At least with these windows I was sure that what I could see was in front of me.
And then I found another, rather different, window; the glass was clean, but I couldn’t look through it at all.
I was still outside looking out, but what I was looking at was behind me.
I’ve skimmed through my files of poems and have any number of poems with windows in them, so here are some fragments.
First, the opening of a piece set in Spain among the grape vines I mentioned in yesterday’s post:
Dawn leaks through a crack in the mountain ridge.
The Matins bell chimes honey-clear
across still valley air. It sounds
outside my window where a carillon
of grapes calls to the rising sun.
Next, a fragment from a piece called Hermetic. The windows here are like the last photo above and don’t let anyone see what’s going on inside:
[…]Seen from the street,
the house boasts a veneer of Eighties smart.
Inside, condensation tears the double glass
to drip on wipe-clean sills. Three decades on,
imperishable polyvinyl chloride seals us
A fragment from Moonshine shows it’s not just the neighbours who are interested in knowing what’s happening:
The bland-faced moon […] stoops to look through
your bedroom window. With nicotine-stained fingers
she pushes aside the net curtains of the clouds and vainly
strains to see her reflection in your eyes.
Lastly, a fragment caught years ago when staying in an old building in London:
Through old sash windows: a crinkle of brickwork
and ripple of wrought iron; cool and viscous,
glass creeps earthwards through the centuries.
And a final image, which shows that the view seen in a mirror can be even more confusing than what you see through a window.