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Poem of the Month

March 2008

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“Ballet Suite – Sylvia”


I have forgotten the easy days of wind,
Rain on the cheeks, black water in the hills –
The old, first freedom when the untired mind
Cut like a falcon through the dark that fills
My life, my quietness. I lost it, all the peace,
That certainty that swung me like a gull
Clean in its wheeling – all this joy to cease,
And not be found again. Moidart to Mull
In whispering heather, happy in my strength
And secret loneliness, not dreaming now
of people, finding peace at length,
The dreaming sea, the silent loch below.

We think this is by Richard Aldington, WW1 Poet. We found it as a loose typescript in a box of ephemera, but the style, typeface, and papers show remarkable similarities to a collection in our possession also by this author.

A biography of the life of this remarkable man can be found at the following website:

Richard Aldington

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