Today was our monthly Poetry Meeting at friend W's house. We meet in her conservatory and it is lovely to sit there and see her hens roaming around outside and the pony in the field looking over the gate and her neighbour T walking up the field to commune with his bees. And in addition the poetry is good too!
This month there were only seven of us so in theory we should have got a lot of poetry read aloud. But what in fact happened was that we had lots of interesting talk as well. Friend S had a book of poetry collected for the Queen's jubilee - one poem for each year of her reign and each poem sparked such a lot of reminiscence.
For example one centred on the assassination of JFK and we were all able to recall where we were when we heard the news. It seemed such a very long time ago.
I read a Betjamen poem 'Original Sin on the Sussex Coast' a rather sad poem in which JB recalls being bullied as a child. Not at all his usual kind of poem - it did lead us to wonder about how poetry does fall into categories. Some poets write intellectual poetry (Eliot?) while others seem to write from the heart (Rosetti?). The friend S and I got to chatting about whether music might not be the same. We thought of Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven who after all overlapped in their lives yet Haydn's music to me is much less
'emotional' than that of Beethoven's Concertos. I know this is a
very simplistic view but one we were happy to chat about.
We all left after a slice of a delicious apricot and almond cake baked by S and lovely little chocolate mouthfuls with a swirl of butter cream on the top. A lovely civilised afternoon.
Shame I had to come home to a six o'clock news dominated by The Budget.