Dec 31, 2009
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Dec 9, 2009
White Christmas, Anyone?
Five "Snow" poems.
"London Snow" . . . . . . Robert Bridges
"Snow in the Suburbs" . . . Thomas Hardy
Dec 2, 2009
I cannot find the following poem on the Internet, so I cannot link to it from its title. I break my rule, therefore, and post it in full. I heard it on the BBC, in the summer of 2009, in a programme fronted by John Prescott, formerly our unlamented Deputy Prime Minister. Bloggers from outwith the UK may not know that Mr. Prescott was formerly a ship's steward, then Shop Steward and thence to political prominence as representative of "Old Labour" in the Blair government. The poet, Maurice Harney, was an engineer in the UK Merchant Marine. This is a lovely little "regret" poem . . .
A Time For Sea
I shall acknowledge age
when the call of far wild seas no longer stirs my blood,
when I shall not see as a boy would see
the beauty of homebound ships harbouring on the flood.
Only then will I sit in the lee of warehouse walls,
Only then will I sit in the lee of warehouse walls,
Conjuring dreams from the river's mist.
Only then will I weep an old man's tears
For times that I have known,
For lips that I have left unkissed.
Maurice Harney
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