It has been a very grey day today and I have finished my scarf!
There are fireworks going off tonight, a little odd for Armistice day I feel, but fun to watch if not to listen to. I took the photo through our bedroom window.
I was a teenager when my Uncle Norman, my Dad’s older brother, gave me a volume of Siegfried Sassoon’s poems.
I found them very moving, clear to understand and perhaps they helped form my pacifist outlook. One of my favourites was
Everyone SangEveryone suddenly burst out singing;And I was filled with such delightAs prisoned birds must find in freedom,Winging wildly across the whiteOrchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;And beauty came like the setting sun:My heart was shaken with tears; and horrorDrifted away … O, but EveryoneWas a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
November 12, 2017 at 12:09 pm
A very precious book . . .
November 12, 2017 at 12:49 pm
Yes, it is, especially with Norman’s name inside. 🙂
November 12, 2017 at 12:36 am
Regarding poetry. I doubt very much dictators and those that maintain oppressive regimes read poetry. Yet poets will launch truth bombs of words in their direction.
Scarf -tactile. A kind of plush hug around the neck. Grey skys; ba hum bug.
I think the poem trumps the fireworks.
November 12, 2017 at 12:09 am
Gray days are great days for knitting! Congrats on finishing your new scarf . . . still hoping you discover the old one “hiding” somewhere.
November 12, 2017 at 8:21 am
Ive hunted everywhere, emptied the cupboard under the stairs where coats and such things lurk, gone through every pocket but no joy. I have not given up hope! 🙂
November 11, 2017 at 11:08 pm
That scarf looks very cozy.
November 12, 2017 at 8:30 am
I think it will be. I shall test it out soon. 🙂
November 11, 2017 at 9:39 pm
I’ve never read that particular Sassoon poem, and it’s lovely.
November 11, 2017 at 9:33 pm
What a beautiful scarf.
Not a fan of fireworks any more. Not good for the pets, I’m afraid. And while we don’t celebrate 5th November there is always a heck of racket over New Year and Chinese new year and Dewali.
November 12, 2017 at 8:25 am
I’m not a fan of them much any more either, they are so incredibly noisy and must cause distress for many. My Mum was born on Bonfire Night and as a little girl, used to like the idea that everyone was celebrating her birthday. 🙂
November 12, 2017 at 8:40 am
Yep, that’s what I call making an entrance!
November 11, 2017 at 8:30 pm
Your scarf is lovely. I’m so sad you lost the original. Fortunate for you that you discovered poetry early in your life.