So I realise this the second time this year I’ve homed in on this poem, but I come back to it again and again. Which is kinda appropriate actually. I just can’t help it. It is so rich, so layered, so honest. But what better ending for these lockdown readings, now that the country is emerging from its Covid19 hibernation (or perhaps, more accurately, that should be aestivation).
There’s too much to say about it, really. But I’ll resist. It needs to speak for itself, which hopefully, my amateurish rendition will allow.
Images used (all my own photos except):
- Sir Anthony van Dyck: Triple portrait of Charles I (1635)
- Morrison & Burdekin: London at Night (1935) x2
- Battle of Naseby (National Army Museum)
- Ian-S (Flickr): Julian of Norwich window
- Royston Leonard (colourising): London in the Blitz, surveying the damage
- Gabriel Isak: ‘Approach’
