rivers flow not because of their power, but because of their persistence
I have never been to the great grey-green greasy Orinoco, and as it’s set all about with fever trees it seems unlikely that a mosquito-ridden river is ever going to be on my bucket list. Not withstanding, I find this a very restful and meditative tune.
(As a matter of fact there’s a bit of journalistic licence here, because Kipling is actually talking about the great grey-green greasy Limpopo. Not ever going there either.)
Please listen meditatively.
I have towed a boat but the girl was always sitting in it