For rainy day people, maybe, although this is not a Gordon Lightfoot song. It is a forgotten poem, now remembered, from another one of my favourite poets. I often refer to my favourites – Dylan Thomas, W. B Yeats, Gerard Manly Hopkins and e.e.cummings as wordsmiths. They hammer out the most delicate poetry from the […]
The Land of Heart’s Desire (somewhat)Come Fairies, take me out of thisdull world, for I would ride withyou upon the wind and danceupon the mountains like a flame!W. B. Yeats. W. B. Yeats is one of my favourite poets. Today I went for coffee with a friend. We talked of keeping diaries (weblogs) and what
Today the sky was the colour of ballpark mustard. I decided not to ask the score. I was a little concerned though and thought of calling a neighbour because maybe this is the apocalypse and I had somehow missed the notice. You know that generic letter from an unnamed source which starts: Dear Resident of
I live this poem often in the evenings when I sit in my garden after dinner and read, listen to music or just marvel at the “inventions of summer.” Right now, I’m reading another walking book “A Time of Gifts.” It’s the first of a trilogy by Patrick Leigh Fermor, who walked in 1933 at
