There is time unseen in the weave, even in the embroidered cloths of heaven as another poet would have it.
This Spring a song came to mind for a young poet, of these others among the weave. 'And the small birds they all do sing'. I had the Cyril Tawney version on his 1962 EP. He became learned in songs down your way.
Thank you Philip. Means a lot.
Good poem on a good shore.
There is time unseen in the weave, even in the embroidered cloths of heaven as another poet would have it.
This Spring a song came to mind for a young poet, of these others among the weave. 'And the small birds they all do sing'. I had the Cyril Tawney version on his 1962 EP. He became learned in songs down your way.