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RichardB on April 24th, 2015

Ronald Blythe is glad that a poet is remembered in a cathedral window A SUMMER day in April. The windows wide, the robins noisy. A visit to the old horse-pond to see the marsh marigolds in all their glory. Their Latin name comes from kalathos, Greek for “goblet”. Their leaves hide the water, and their petals are […]

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RichardB on April 17th, 2015

Ronald Blythe envies the gallivanting St Mark HOT April days; the birds building, the skies high and still. On Sunday, I dressed for a procession, only to find children tying trinkets on an Easter tree. It was Sunday school with ceremony. But lunch was spring lamb and sherry. Bad news from good friends: their days here […]

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RichardB on April 10th, 2015

Paintings in an art gallery remind  Ronald Blythe  of the friends of his youth I LOVE provincial art galleries. It is amazing what hangs on their walls. Is that a real Picasso? And who is this painter no one has ever heard of? It is so captivating. This week, I went to the Minories Art Gallery, in […]

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RichardB on April 10th, 2015

Ronald Blythe is struck again by the freshness of a medieval writer HOLY WEEK. A soft gale troubles the bare trees. But it will not rain. Gulls land among the horses. The stream pours unseen to the river. The garden calls. I re-read Julian’s revelations of divine love in which, for me, there is an unparalleled […]

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RichardB on April 1st, 2015

How is it that daffodils appear so suddenly, Ronald Blythe wonders COLLECTING the post, there they were, where they had been since time immemorial: my wild daffodils under the plum tree – the ones that Dorothy Wordsworth drew her brother’s attention to. Although he did not acknowledge this when he wrote, “And all at once I […]

Continue reading about Word from Wormingford – 27 March 2015

RichardB on March 20th, 2015

Ronald Blythe prepares for the oilman to bring a year’s worth of warmth RAW spring days. The wind whistles through the thin hedge. There is a profusion of birds and primroses. Duncan’s fields have been polished by cold rains. I rake up ancient leaves, for the oilman cometh. The small tanker, bringing a year’s warmth, will […]

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RichardB on March 13th, 2015

Ronald Blythe feels pity for the cold suffered by the homeless Saviour RAW spring days. Early walkers squelch down the farm track, calling my name through the budding hedge. There is a profusion of birds and primroses. Sharp rains have hit the ploughing. Equally sharp winds tear through the trees. I might as well be bare, […]

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RichardB on March 6th, 2015

Ronald Blythe recalls the development of an enthusiasm for Herbert LONG ago, I would take over a remote Suffolk church and read George Herbert to a hustled-up congregation: myself, and three writers who lived in and around Colchester. They were my guru, James Turner; the South African poet R. N. Currey; and the Ulster poet W. […]

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RichardB on February 23rd, 2015

Ronald Blythe remembers hearing hymns sung by Cornish fishermen ST PAUL tells the Church to put on love as though it was a garment; to wear it so that the world can see it. As both a Jew and a Roman, he was entitled to wear the recognisable dress of both nationalities. In the same […]

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RichardB on February 13th, 2015

Ronald Blythe tidies up the garden and feels a new energy THE artists John and Christine Nash called their inner circle “the dear ones” – not from any feeling of exclusivity, but of management. Over the years, they had taught and belonged to various art movements in East Anglia. They had taken a practical part in […]

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