*137* poetry Monday

What if the grass is greener (by Erin Hanson) What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it’s always raining there, Where the ones who never fail to give, Hardly have enough to spare, Where the people with the broadest smiles, Have pillows filled with tears, And the bravest ones you’ve ever known, […]

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*135* poetry Monday

“Four Quartets” Part II: East Coker (by T.S. Eliot) … Home is where one starts from. As we grow olderThe world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every momentAnd not the lifetime of one man onlyBut of old […]

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*133* Poetry Monday

Holding My Beads (by Grace Nicholls) Unforgiving as the course of justice In erasable as my scars and fate. i am here a woman…with all my lives strung out like beads before me It isn’t privilege or pity that I seek It isn’t reverence or safety quick happiness or purity but the power to be […]

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*130* 1940 – 2019

My mother in law passed away, suddenly but peacefully yesterday morning. Her death has left us all raw and slightly stunned. She was a beautiful woman and is already greatly missed. Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to […]

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*129* poetry on Saturday

Breaking all my rules here, which is always a liberating thing to do, and writing about poetry on a Saturday… The Cheltenham Festival of Literature is still on and today I attended a poetry event: Anthony Anaxagorou… absolutely brilliant. There is a really good article about his latest collection ‘After the Formalities’ here. He read […]

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*126* music Friday

with a little bit of literature thrown in… Did you know that ‘Abbey Road’, the Beatles’ final album was released today? I didn’t, someone just told me so I’m sharing. Growing up in Italy yes I knew who The Beatles were, of course, but I wasn’t really a major fan – unlike my mother who […]

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*99* poetry Monday

Yesterday we had a special service at Gloucester Cathedral for this year School Leavers. Aside from the fact that I can’t quite reconcile with the fact my first born has finished school… it was a wonderful service. Beautiful words, beautiful hymns… and I cried… managed to hold back the ugly crying… but I felt a […]

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*91* poetry Tuesday

ah… the irony of posting this poem on the day it’s raining with Biblical force… stay dry my friends! In Summer time by Paul Laurence Dunbar When summer time has come, and allThe world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each senseTo fits of drowsy indolence;When skies are deepest blue above,And flow’rs […]

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*88* poetry Monday

If truth be told I feel quite lost without ‘college work/reading’ so I’m trying to keep up with the habit and dedicate some time everyday to read through the huge mountains of books piled up by my bed… poem by Brian Bilston if there’s one thing I have learnt as I got older it’s that […]

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*81* poetry Monday

When at the Hay Festival last Saturday, Max Porter mentioned Emily Dickinson as one of his favourites – among others I can’t remember because I was too awe-struck by his magic with words to have coherent thoughts. It happened that I have one of her poems on my wall, downstairs in my study, above the […]

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