When poetry finds you, it can’t be ignored. It slowly connects with you in secret, like a micro-thin layer of new skin. Then one day, years later, you realize it is a necessary and vibrant part of who you are. We started studying poetry during our first year of travel-school. At the time, I had…
Tag: Edward Lear
Kipling, Lear and Rey en route to Biscayne Bay…
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside ; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide ; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And…
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