Sunday, February 06, 2011


Originally uploaded by rajmarshall
The flowers have started to appear after the winter. As I've just listened to Ivor Gurney's wonderful setting of these lines of Edward Thomas, this picture seemed appropriate.


In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying, 'Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!'
And still it fell through the dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.

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