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Poetry / 05.01.2019

Bridget you are my darling, Bridget you are my wife, O you are such an angel that you wholly light up my life. When you walk in the room, I am filled with delight, For your smile is so cheerful and your eyes are so bright, That I can think of nothing that I more want to see Than the face of that sweetheart who is always with me....

Poetry / 12.02.2015

Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum. Aenean non vestibulum mauris. Donec ac nulla faucibus justo accumsan interdum eu id lectus. Vestibulum ante ipsum primis in...

Poetry / 12.02.2015

This poem was written by Air Commodore Alastair Panton, CB, OBE, DFC (1916-2002). Originally published in "Wings - and other things" by Group Captain Hugh Lynch-Blosse in 1990, it reappeared in "Six Weeks of Blenheim Summer, an RAF Officer's Memoir of the Battle of France 1940", by Alastair Panton and Victoria Panton Bacon, Biteback Publishing, 2014. This poem captures in a delightfully evocative fashion a pilot's rapture at the experience of flight.
Poetry / 19.06.2010

Seen through a grille of squares, the sky, Is split up, intersected, neat, Closely related, tree and cloud, Rooftop and spire trick the eye To think geometry complete, To make the world an ordered crowd Of lines and squares, intensify Rationalism in defeat. This is another way to shroud An ill-conceived complexity Beneath a simple form, replete With all the errors of the proud, Who hope, by thinking, to retain A cosmos in their compassed brain....

Poetry / 13.04.2010

The poem below is inspired by the famous tale of Daedalus and Icarus as told by the Latin poet Ovid in lines 220-235 of Book VIII of his "Metamorphoses" (for an account of this see Sabidius' translation of this great work available elsewhere on his blog). The poem presented here, which is in the form of a 14-line sonnet, suggests that Icarus' attempt to transcend the normal physical limitations of a man by flying through the air was fatally undermined when his father called out to him by name. Thus, the confidence of a man engaged on any great endeavour can be dented by a reminder of past frailties, and so the sublime can subside into the commonplace.