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08 Thursday Oct 2015
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08 Thursday Oct 2015
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23 Wednesday Sep 2015
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I do love autumn. All seasons have their own feeling but autumn is crisp and bright and when the sun shines it is clear and sharp. So many poets have written about autumn, for me some are able to capture its magic better than others. One of my favourites is John Clare. From his poem The Village Minstrel:
The summer-flower has run to seed,
And yellow is the woodland bough;
And every leaf of bush and weed
Is tipt with autumn’s pencil now.
And I do love the varied hue,
And I do love the browning plain;
And I do love each scene to view,
That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign.
Best wishes for a beautiful autumn – Denny Bradbury
18 Friday Sep 2015
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After a difficult day yesterday following ups and downs of the summer I paused to browse my Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam, always good for a thoughtful irreverence. This is from the translation by Peter Avery and John Heath-Stubbs:
When a moment of life goes by
Let it pass only in joy;
Be careful, for the stock-in-trade of this world’s market
Is the life you purchase for yourself.
On reflection I felt ok.
Best wishes for a peaceful day – Denny Bradbury
07 Monday Sep 2015
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The ordinary made extraordinary:
I Went Out Earlier Today
I went out earlier today
the sky was picture book in hue
white fluffy clouds
scattered afar
as though painted by someone who
had only random things to do
an aeroplane so high
it was I deemed
no part of this earth’s richest seam
a skein of geese then came my way
more gainly now than on the ground
their silent wings made not a sound
one group and then one more behind
another still
till morning sky was overwhelmed
shaped troops
harmonising with the wind
I walked along my muddy path
brighter now my way was clear
silently I raised a glass
to geese who made all things less drear
Denny Bradbury©
Very best wishes
28 Friday Aug 2015
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As a poet Matthew Arnold (1822 – 1888) resonates deep within my soul. Brought up with his poetry such as the Scholar Gypsy I was honoured a few years ago when asked to read one of his poems at a dear friend’s funeral,(extract-The Evening Comes). Carrying on with my recent theme of sea poetry Dover Beach, the part below especially, has much to say about our present world, it is gloomy but the world is in need of such commentators even if they come from across the centuries.
The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-winds, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! For the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help with pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confus’d alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Best wishes for a peaceful tolerant world – Denny Bradbury