“Sparkling armada of promises”

One of my joys in reading poetry is the sudden surprise of a few words strung together that just leap off the page and stir my imagination. I can take this single line and tuck it away in my mind and over days recall it and allow it to come to life. Philip Larkin deliversContinue reading ““Sparkling armada of promises””

“A serious house on serious earth it is,”

The English poet, Philip Larkin, spent time in the early 1950’s at Queens University Belfast. A favorite week-end pastime was cycling through the countryside. Coming across what appeared an unused church he takes a moment to venture in. Like him we have done it often, pushed the door to see if it opened, and thenContinue reading ““A serious house on serious earth it is,””