How do you relax?
It’s possible once upon a time if I had heard the word poetry, I’d be ambivalent or worse if the idea of a dusty ol’ Shakespeare sprang to mind. But if Edward Lear, Spike Milligan or Roald Dahl were mentioned I’d sit up..So maybe I’d always felt something as a younger soul?
The most beautiful Lesuire by W.H. Davies has been on my radar for a very long time, and Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale, amongst others certainly stir me.
In the bleak mid winter ( once titled A Christmas Carol) by Christina Rossetti began life as a poem…and then became a Christmas carol. I love this, the words, the music. My favourite to hear at that time of the year. ( In fact, I’ll let you into a secret, I find myself humming this tune all year found) So haunting.
Christine’s brother Dante Gabriel and the Pre Raphelites have fascinated me for decades along with William Morris, my hero. But I digress.
DP asked what we do to relax…I thumb through endless poetry books and search sites to feed my appetite for words from a time gone by for poems that resonate. Bliss.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
ive just found a Walter De la Mare book. It was my father in laws as an award.
Not sure I like the content. But I will read a little of it.
Now Dylan Thomas – I love his work, the inclination of the lines. So very Welsh and of course I have the Welsh accent to say it in!
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Hello. I know the name but not his work. I’ll go take a look…yup, Dylan Thomas is quite something x
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