Thursday 4 October 2018

On National Poetry Day

Hello, thank you for calling in, I hope all is well?  I'm just popping in quickly because today is National Poetry Day in the UK and I couldn't let it go unmarked.  The theme this year is "Change" but even before I discovered that, I had already chosen the poem I wanted to share with you.  I first came across this poem when I was in my twenties in a book called Looking & Finding which was written by Geoffrey Grigson in 1958, a children's book which is described as "an invitation to become inquisitive and to wonder at the curious things made by man over vast stretches of time."  Even though I didn't find this book until I was an adult, I adore it and have read it many times.  I'd like to share with you this passage:
"I do not expect that everybody is going to develop into an expert.  There isn't any need to do everything in imitation of experts or too seriously.
It is not a bad thing to give yourself pleasure and delight, so long as your pleasures and delights do not get in the way of other people or upset them.
It is not a bad thing to be inquisitive and to wonder."
Isn't that lovely?  I'm not an expert in anything - in fact, I have often described myself as a "Jill of all trades, master of none"-  but I am inquisitive and I do wonder, and my explorations give me pleasure and delight.
Grigson writes, "Exploration - or looking and finding - is... a kind of long, personal poem, written, read, and enjoyed by the explorer.  All poems in a way are records by imaginative explorers..." and he goes on to suggest four poems to his readers.  One of them is this, written by Percy Bysshe Shelley and first published two hundred years ago.
                                                    I met a traveller from an antique land,
                                                    Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
                                                    Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
                                                    Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
                                                    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
                                                    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
                                                    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
                                                    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
                                                    And on the pedestal, these words appear:
                                                    My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
                                                    Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
                                                    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
                                                    Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
                                                    The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I'll just leave that there for you to ponder upon, but I do wonder if any of you have a poem you would like to share today?
See you soon.
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x


  1. I like the quote from Geoffrey Grigson(father of Sophie the cook/ food expert?) especially the second paragraph. It is good to be inquisitive about the world around us. I remember 'doing' Ozymandias at school and Ozymandias, King of Kings always sticks in my memory. One of my favourite poems is Fare Well by Walter de la Mare - here is a link to the words Happy National Poetry Day:)

  2. One of my favourite poems is the classic by Wordsworth, Daffodils. I wandered lonely as a cloud...

  3. I love the poems. I wish know write haikus. Pablo Neruda is a famous poet american latin.

  4. I remember the poem but I did not remember that it was by Shelley!
    I love this one... they are lyrics to a hymn but I think of it every day when I turn on Ebenezer Rd! (Robert Robinson wrote this when he was only 22.)
    Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.

    Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
    Till released from flesh and sin,
    Yet from what I do inherit,
    Here Thy praises I'll begin;
    Here I raise my Ebenezer;
    Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.

    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wandering from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood;
    How His kindness yet pursues me
    Mortal tongue can never tell,
    Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
    I cannot proclaim it well.

    O to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
    Prone to leave the God I love;
    Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Seal it for Thy courts above.

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