Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 07, 2018

Springing thoughts

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Two days after the last snow left I saw the tiny hint of life in colour, purple, on the mud which rain had flooded winter-long, a...
Monday, November 24, 2014

When the lights come on at four ...

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Prevented from my customary roaming by a vile cough and an unaccustomed sense of responsibility, I find myself thinking about what happen...
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Thursday, November 13, 2014

November - a poem for the season of remembrance

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NOVEMBER The month of remembering - the lines of men in the stubble fields the hideous scramble over a muddy parapet, the cring...
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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Normandy Landing

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From heroic effort to the pathos of the broken dead, a child’s toy abandoned in the road, is only a single step into randomness. Why t...
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Thursday, September 10, 2009

Cut flowers - for Ruby

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And when they laid that rough-cut board across your grave and on it flowers, flowers on flowers against the grass, lilies, roses and unnumbe...
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A dog's life?

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I had a new experience yesterday. I went to the vet. No, I wasn't ailing and no, I haven't acquired an animal. I was meeting Mrs Hea...
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Thursday, November 22, 2007

The dying business

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I read this extract from Le Milieu Divin by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin last night. I thought it was an extraordinary take on the business ...