Poetry today and an absolutely awful day to go with it. Although a little bit warmer this was offset by a sharp wind blowing, absolutely teeming rain now and then and a generally awful day. Only six of us there but what lovely poetry we had.
For me my favourite was those chosen by friend W, who read poems which in some way were connected with war (this being our nearest Poetry to the Remembrance services to recall 100 years since the end of the Great War).
Some of them were such a reminder for me of my father. Born in the late 1880's he was at school when a lot of poetry was learnt by heart and throughout his life he had a great love of poetry and could remember poems off by heart. Some of these W read today - notably 'The Battle of Blenheim' In many ways it is a shame that the learning of poetry by heart has more or less completely died out - a little of it in the curriculum
would not come amiss in my opinion.
J read 'The Highwayman' another poem he knew by heart and would recite given the opportunity.
They don't write 'em like that any more.
I read part of Basil Bunting's 'Briggflats' - a poem I love and which I have read at our Poetry meetings many times before. It is such a dismal day and the poem evokes Spring and the May blossom in its opening lines. Briggflats is a Quaker Meeting House in Sedbergh (where I go now and again to meet my God -daughter for lunch) and going into Sedbergh from this direction means that one crosses the River Rawthey - the poem opens with lines about the river. If you don't know it do Google it - and indeed Briggflats - both worth a look.