In celebration of national poetry day, and in the hope that I may yet resurrect this blog (which I’ve been wanting to do for months), here’s a favourite poem. I copied it out into the front of my (engagements) diary at the beginning of the year, and have returned to it weekly, to remind myself of the power of words and the beauty of ’all sweet things’. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

in time of

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

– e.e. cummings

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