Now all roads lead to France and heavy is the tread
Of the living; but the dead returning lightly dance.
Edward Thomas, Roads

Saturday, July 17, 2021

Three by Kipling





Tommy





Gethsemane





My Boy Jack


5 comments:

  1. Thank you for giving these a well-deserved airing.

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  2. This is how poetry should be presented! Alive, human, and moving. Poetry was always meant to be heard rather than just read. Think of Beowulf...

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  3. Thank you for these 'memories'. This was my granddad's generation.

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  4. Very very touching. Thank yoy.

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