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Monday, August 11, 2014

One thing leads to another

Alan sent me a note in response to my 'Why not me' post. He asked if I knew this quatrain, Eternity, by William Blake.


He who binds to himself a joy
Does the wing├Ęd life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

I did not and started to do some reading about the poem. In doing so I stumbled on this blog. The world is full of such interesting people and we are lucky that a few take the time to share what is in their heads. In a weird turn of events the author of the blog is an organizer of a conference on British poetry of the First World War to be held next month at Oxford. Edward Thomas, the author of Adlestrop, is considered one of the war poets.



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