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IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE LAITY'S REVOLT
In the aftermath of the Revolting Laity in the Church of England's Synod -- who have just, by a narrowish margin, turned down the suggestion that women priests should be eligible to become bishops -- I make bold to republish a post I put up nearly two years ago which, in the course of a longer argument, suggests a suitable Anglican response to the ( Read more... ) -
CELEBRATING A CLASSY ITALIAN LAD
Today is the feast of that rich high-life Italian kid who gave up his Arabian stallion -- the equivalent of a Ferrari -- and related trinkets and became Francis of Assisi, the saint everyone relates to though few of us have the nerve to imitate him. This fresco by Cimabue is said to be the likeliest image of him -- though I admit he looks more like ( Read more... ) -
A CORNER OF A FOREIGN FIELD
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LOVE IN A TIME OF DANGER
Having reprinted 'Dining-room Tea', I can't resist putting up one of the great sonnets by the same fine poet, who died at the age of 27 on the way to a far battlefield.
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ASTONISHING
I have always thought that the following poem is not only very good -- virtuoso indeed --, but that coming from a poet in his early to mid-twenties it is quite extraordinary. Enjoy . . . Dining-room Tea
When you were there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too,
Laughing and looking, one of all,
I watched the quivering lamplight fall
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No Dragon verse today: a Facebook friend wrote that it was a nice day for ducks, which reminded me of F.W. Harvey's immortal poem on them, often quoted lovingly by my father:
DUCKS
(To E.M., Who drew them in Holzminden Prison)
I
From troubles of the world I turn to ducks,
Beautiful comical things
Sleeping or curled
Their heads beneath white wings
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