Postgraduate researcher in The School of Pharmacy at The University of Nottingham.
Vices include épée, wine, opera and Evensong.
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With certitude
Simeon opened
ancient arms
to infant light.
Decades
before the cross, the tomb
and the new life,
he knew
new life.
What depth
of faith he drew on,
turning illumined
towards deep night.
— Denise Levertov
(Source: geoffcolmer.blogspot.com)
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses.
— John Wilbye (1575-1638)
(Source: allpoetry.com)
A little Martin Luther King, Jr. Day appropriate West Wing. Aimee Mann sings a beautiful version of James Taylor’s Shed a Little Light.
(Source: youtube.com)
— Honore de Balzac (via caryrandolph)
Viviana Durante taking her curtain call at the end of Kenneth MacMillan’s Romeo and Juliet. Photo © David Secombe 1994. (via The London Column)
Escape to Attenborough Nature Reserve this afternoon.
A quite fiendish poem by G. Nolst Trenité on the vagaries of English pronunciation.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
The bells of St James’, Audlem, ringing in 2012.
Josh Ritter — Empty Hearts
Singing don’t let me into this year with an empty heart
With an empty heart
Don’t let me into this year with an empty heart
I may enter this year with an empty heart. I can only hope and pray that it I don’t leave it so.
