Thursday, 14 December 2017

A day unremembered is a soul unborn ...



I'm listening to the spooky beautiful voice of a counter tenor - 

He's singing She moved through the fair

Laurie Lee says a day unremembered is like a soul unborn

So - I'll remember this moment, when I hear this voice again - 

I'll see the clouds in the December sky - 

I'll feel the warmth of the ashes in the fireplace - 

My heart, once more, will be rapt in its nest of bone - 

There I am, listening - 

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in - 

So softly she came that her feet made no din - 


15.46
Thursday 14 December 2017

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset


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