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ANZAC day poems.

Three poems, not in the usual order, for the service, and not from the service. Anzac Dawn service is tomorrow: I ndo not attend what has become a pagan day of remembrance. For the Fallen published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914. With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for […]

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Sunday Sonnet

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Not all Elizabethan high nobles were tramps, but Sydney fell in love with one. Anne Locke, though noble, was cut from a different cloth. The Scots did take their reformation seriously, and to believe in the reformed faith was, under the French alliance with the Catholic Stuarts, at times treason. He good friend John Knox […]

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Saturday Sonnet.

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I keep on thinking to the comments about Dorothy Sayers being a medeivalist, and courtly love being chaste. It may have been an ideal, but you got good poetry (and novels) from it. But, given the bloody nature of the time, there is a fair amount of escapism in this. It is easier to write […]

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Sunday Sonnet

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The scholars worry about what hyssop was. But it was mentioned in the Torah, and was part of the Passover ceremony. A priest used hyssop to declare a leper clean, and able to come into the camp. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. […]

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Saturday Sonnet.

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Sydney is wise enough to discuss beauty in alignment with the laws of nature. The description of Stella is of an English Rose: the same standards of beauty still exist among the English. And the nature of beauty is that all can be enraptured by this. Nine Queen Virtue’s court, which some call Stella’s face, […]

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