A parcel arrived today and what delights were inside! A reader in the North East who has become a friend has collected lots of beautiful sea-glass and posted it to me. Thank you so much, J, such lovely pieces and colours. Joy!
Along with the glass, in the parcel, were two beautifully made ‘pocket hugs.’ What a delightful idea! Our pocket hugs will come on our walks with us
It seems the right time to share again the following poem by W H Auden, written in a different time but with a hurtful relevance today.
Refugee Blues by W H Auden
Say this city has ten million souls,
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
The consul banged the table and said:
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
March 16, 2023 at 11:07 pm
A very moving poem!
All my best to you.
March 18, 2023 at 3:32 pm
Glad you think so too. Awful that the theme is still so relevant. All the best to you too.
March 14, 2023 at 1:14 pm
You’re very welcome Sally.
A very poignant poem. Take care Love Judy xx
March 14, 2023 at 1:12 pm
You’re very welcome 👍😍
What a very poignant poem. Take care Judy xx
March 15, 2023 at 4:07 pm
Thank you again. Glad you found the poem moving as I did. Take care, xx
March 13, 2023 at 8:49 pm
what lovely and special gifts!
March 18, 2023 at 3:34 pm
Agreed, very special. 🙂