Poem: peaches in a bowl

Today, a poem composed on the day of my daughter's departure to study in Europe for five months. Peaches in a bowl There it stands The Indian metal bowl Silver outside Burnt orange and black streaks Glossed in its basin Inside arranged with care Each sticker taken from the skin Eight peaches and five nectarines... Continue Reading →

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The reenchantment of the world

This morning I feel stuck for words. A heat wave has exhausted me, and the end of my holidays looms. To regather my strength I have been reading over old posts, old poems, and contemplating what keeps me going on. From the movie The Darkest Hour a quote from Churchill (although its provenance is challenged)... Continue Reading →

Return of a King

Image credit: Elizabeth Butler, Remnants of an Army¬† (1879) Tate Gallery I have finished reading William Dalrymple's mesmerising and tragical history of the first Anglo-Afghan War (1839-42), Return of a King: the battle for Afghanistan. It tells the story of the British invasion of Afghanistan, or, as it was known by its local rulers then,... Continue Reading →

Sailing to Byzantium

Since I am on holidays from work, and not consumed with duties and obligations, I have returned to an old habit of virtue, and spent time memorising poetry. The poem I am committing to memory today is Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium. The choice of this poem itself was prompted by reading Richard Fidler's Ghost Empire,... Continue Reading →

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