A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.
R. S. THOMAS
A new Spring look for the blog and a new film to celebrate Spring’s infinite mystery and magnificence.
Oh, those curmudgeonly listeners at your reading 10 years ago! I think your poem is just beautiful, and got every word, thanks to your actorly understanding delivery. And it's nice to see the sparkle in your eye, too.
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Nancy N
Dear Edward, I enjoyed this video tremendously. Your poem is incredibly beautiful and the lovely images of your garden with the birdsong is delightful. Thank you for sharing such beauty; and ignore those silly people who were dismissive of your poetry, pity them for their ignorance! Best wishes, Lori
ReplyDeleteI forgot to mention how much I liked your new portrait at the end!
ReplyDeleteLove the new layout Mr P. Very chic.
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