Friday, 25 December 2009
A beautiful poem, a beatific smile.
I am no great fan of poetry. This is probably because of the years I spent at school having to analyse the damn things, never being allowed to sit and enjoy the beauty of the words or the carefully yet accidentally chosen rhythm. Or possibly because, for me, a poem is like a piece of theatre, it is meant to be performed rather than read. Either way, yesterday whilst watching Four Weddings and a Funeral (yes, I am behind here...) I saw a performance of W.H Auden's Stop all the clocks which made my heart skip a beat.