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“Manchester”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer. Manchester – 22 May 2017 Dark these recent stormy skies...

The Tears of Heaven.

    Rain tapped the windows in punishing waves as if the heavens were angry perhaps they are? It brought the coloured leaves of autumn blowing in a scurrying way, like the small hands of lost waving children, scudding like thousands of tiny moths, ginger, red and...

So Many Days Are Important.

It’s been a good week so far, one of those special weeks that  conjures up so much that is English. The start of  Wimbledon with fabulous tennis and new records being broken, the epic saga that culminated in the longest ever match and the most aces served in beautiful...