by Luisa Villani I hang the window inside outlike a shirt drying in the breezeand the arms that are missing come to meYes, it’s a song, one I don’t quite comprehendalthough I do understand the laundryWhite ash and rainwater, a methodmy aunt taught me, but I’ll never knowhow she learned it in Brooklyn. Her mindhasContinue reading “Watching The Mayan Women”
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Change
by Kathleen Raine ChangeSaid the sun to the moon,You cannot stay.ChangeSays the moon to the waters,All is flowing.ChangeSays the fields to the grass,Seed-times and harvest,Chaff and grain.You must change,Said the worm to the bud,Though not a rose.Petals fadeThat wings may riseBorne on the wind.You are changingSaid death to the maiden, your wan faceTo memory, toContinue reading “Change”
Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad
It’s been getting on for 30 years since I said my final farewell to my father, my last words to him were very simple, “I love you”. I miss him every day. No. That’s wrong. I don’t miss him because he is with me every day. This weekend I found he is with me moreContinue reading “Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad”
Emotions to the fore as I say my last farewells to a trusted companion
It has always been my belief that Cymro (that is our name for ourselves as opposed to Welsh, which is what the Saes call us) are passionate and not afraid to show their emotions, whether it be joy or sorrow or even anger. I can be passionate about much in life but mainly about people,Continue reading “Emotions to the fore as I say my last farewells to a trusted companion”
Farewell
Ann Brontë 1820-1849 Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they shall still dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me. O, beautiful, and full of grace! If thou hadst never met mine eye, I had not dreamed a living face Could fancied charms so farContinue reading “Farewell”
Friends Departed
by Henry Vaughan They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit ling’ring here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun’s remove. I seeContinue reading “Friends Departed”
One in the eye for the bosses when picketers produce a Royal edition
The weekend came and the weekend went. The journalists in Basildon were still locked out by the Westminster Press Group management. The printworkers were still refusing to return to work unless the lockout was ended and the journalists also allowed to return. On that Monday morning in November, with the wedding of Princess Anne andContinue reading “One in the eye for the bosses when picketers produce a Royal edition”
In Memory Of A Happy Day in February
by Anne Brontë (1820-1849) Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And never pass away! I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me, The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free. Was it theContinue reading “In Memory Of A Happy Day in February”
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