Rather a dull, grey couple of days, despite some sunshine. I've unearthed my frighteningly bright daylight lamp, and have trained the lodger to turn it on when he wakes me up with my morning cup of tea (the boy is excellent husband material - the g-d must have been crazy to dump him). It feels a bit like being woken by the Gestapo (apart from the ( Read more... )

Catching up on my flist, I notice that several people have posted poems. I'm a big fan of Kipling, and this is one I've only recently come across that seems appropriate ( Read more... )

Since it is International Poetry Month, here's a poem. It's a small chunk from the very much longer and loopier "Song to David" by Christopher Smart; I was reminded of it by the polyanthuses in the cemetery. I'm not entirely sure what it is about, but it has a lovely spring-like, rather woozy, feeling that I like. I'm especially fond of the last ( Read more... )