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.
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
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.
November 10, 2017 at 1:07 am
I hope your scarf turns up. If it doesn’t, I’m sure that you’ll make many new wonderful memories in its replacement. The trimmings look to be lovely shades of those colors. 🙂
November 10, 2017 at 7:24 am
The replacement is looking lovely, yes, but L’s love was knitted into the lost one. I haven’t been able to tell her yet. Thank you for your concern. 🙂
November 9, 2017 at 11:18 pm
I hope your beloved scarf turns up ~ have you checked with last year’s winter apparel? I often find misplaced gloves, hats, and mittens in the pockets of coats I haven’t worn since the last cold snap.
November 10, 2017 at 7:22 am
I am going to do that today! That is my hope. Thank you for your concern. 🙂
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November 9, 2017 at 7:22 pm
Not on the whole drawn to poetry, but I really like this one!
November 9, 2017 at 7:26 pm
I’m very happy to have found one that you like! 🙂