*loves the flist*

You are all wonderful. No particular reason today. You just are ^_^

I haven't shared any poetry for a while, and I'm in that sort of mood.

I love this poem, and I've been waiting patiently until I could post it. Londoners may know her poetry from the underpass at Waterloo station. This isn't that poem, which I personally feel is best read in situ, but check out her website to see some of her other public poems.

( Sue Hubbard: Blakeney )

Isaac Rosenberg is slowly coming back into fashion, but he's still mostly remembered for his war poetry, which is a great shame, in my opinion. He also wrote a great many incredibly intense pieces before the first world war. I like this one.

( Isaac Rosenberg: In Kensington Gardens )