Sorry I have been trying to catch up with things to do, have not done my Christmas cards yet, let alone gift buying!
The Poem today comes from a poet I have featured before, Walter Benton, the Romantic Poet, I guess I am in the mood for it.
It comes from the first of his only two books he wrote and published.
“Never A Greater Need” it is diary form.
December 5, 1946.
Tonight I think of you with great tenderness.
My dear . . . O my lost!
I sweep aside the rubble of our years to see you clear of their shadow.
Tonight I remember you without passion . . . tenderly-
as a runaway child is recalled on the eve of Christmas.
Ah, love have we known .. . . sung love and cursed,
spring love Ohio-deep in hills and lilac, crocuses and dreams –
and winter in a drab Manhattan flat.
We cut across beliefs and customs, we by-passed rules –
scorning the wisest counsels and perjuring ourselves
to stay love when it would go . . . or end it when it tarried.
But tonight . . . tonight, all I remember is:
exactly years ago you entered the deep, the unknown forest of me –
and great bells rang like sunrise Easter morning.
I find that so sensual so romantic, and I make no apology for being a Romantic, I guess the thought of Romance, real or imagined has kept me going all these years. I hope you enjoyed it as I did.
Matt Monro, so sadly missed – great voice. Frank Sinatra would always ask him to tour with him when Sinatra came to the UK.