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LEARNING

Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading

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JANUARY, JANUARY…

Ice, thick,as I have never seenon Cherwell.Jagged, floating towards Isis. Low mists of ice-dustdrift on Christ Church meadow and cool the bloodof long-horn cattlestanding ankle-deep in mud. A lame roe deerbeneath the treespauses, wherethe sudden call of cootssplits the air. … Continue reading

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MIDWINTER’S DAY

Hippophaewith clusters of orange berrieson spiky twigs. Set in this ancient, yellowstone wall,which separates the formal walksfrom the marsh garden to the south,is the gateway (with gate long gone).At its base, nerines – all mauves and reds –spill over on … Continue reading

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SPECULUM

Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace.Though we must love one another,whose is the beloved’s face? Start from wherever you think you wish to,you cannot end up in a different place.Examine carefully the mirrors around you.All … Continue reading

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ARMISTICE DAY

“Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.” So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s lines for those whose sufferings for their nation had bred a dull, dark, painful generation with gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths … Continue reading

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MAGDALEN

In the Fellows’ Gardens, past the Deer Park, a willow twists and stretches out of a brown pool like a giant Naga trailing garlands of green lace. Along the avenues of Addison’s Walk, among birch and beech, chestnuts stretch out … Continue reading

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