Daily Archives: November 9, 2017

Penryn, Trimmings and A Poem

Singing in Penryn was busy today. We are getting to grips with a very beautiful and haunting piece called, “When the Winter Melts” composed by a local musician, Jim Carey. It is hard to learn but as the four harmonies come together, it is giving us the shivers, it is so lovely.


Sometime in the early Spring, I must have left my very special scarf somewhere. It was made for me about fifteen years ago, by Daughter No3, in the Suffragette colours of purple, white and green and until I wanted to wear it a week ago, I was unaware that I had lost it and I feel very sad about it.  For the last week I have been knitting  to replace it (though in fact, of course, it cannot truly be replaced)  I keep hoping that if I make a new one, it will turn up, the way things sometimes do…….  Today, I have been sewing in the ends where each stripe starts and this is the little pile of trimmings left over.  I will show you the scarf when it is finished.

Purple, white and green

I hope you enjoy today’s poem by Kenneth Koch, both a love song and a delight to any lover of language.

Permanently – Kenneth Koch

One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.

Each Sentence says one thing – for example,

“Although it was a dark rainy day when the Adjective walked by,
I shall remember the pure and sweet expression on her face
until the day I perish from the green, effective earth.”

Or, “Will you please close the window, Andrew?”

Or, for example, “Thank you, the pink pot of flowers on
the window sill has changed color recently to a light
yellow, due to the heat from the boiler factory which
exists nearby.”

In the springtime the Sentences and the Nouns lay silently on the grass.
A lonely Conjunction here and there would call, “And! But!”
But the Adjective did not emerge.

As the adjective is lost in the sentence,
So I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat –
You have enchanted me with a single kiss
Which can never be undone
Until the destruction of language.


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