In Hastings Gardens Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Is Hasting Gardens a park you frequent? The logic of the poem makes me see the eponymous speaker as one who appreciates the beauty and perhaps the beautiful silence of the park. In a world in which NIGHT breeds monstrous beings and presides over human suffering (previous poem) we need the refreshment of a garden which as your poem says scales down BEAUTY to a beautiful place. That's something our limited sensibility can comprehend. I read in a book about Italian Renaissance gardens that every garden contains the remembrance of paradise! Your evocation of Hastings Garden awoke that awareness in me. It's a lovely poem.