Poems I Love

The Wild of Words: Day 67/100

GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who […]

Wordsworth popping up all over the place

When I first looked at my newborn son, a few years ago now, I remember being struck by how he did not look brand new. He looked like he already knew something– something of depth; ancient even. There was an article in the Guardian this weekend about poems on the subject of infancy and someone […]

I feel like Rain Man and Woody Allen

My brain has been going fast lately. My head is tick-list crazy. It’s fine; it’s just the moment I am in. There’s lots to do, lots to try and lots of ideas. But I must remember to stare. Stare and wonder, wander and stare. I’m not finding it easy to be internally slow at the […]