Eternity by William Blake – The Vampire's Wife

he
who holds to himself
a joy
doth
the winged life
destroy
he
who kisses the joy
as it flies
lives
in eternity’s
sunrise

by William Blake

Just read this William Blake poem, full of hopeful instruction, but that feels kind of melancholy today, as I look out of my window over the valley, in my new place in LA, and think of Brighton, beautiful Brighton and all that’s left behind. Love, Susie x

YOUR BODY IS AWAY FROM ME

Who doesn’t love a bit of Rumi on a Sunday morning, one of the most influential poets of all time. A beautiful reflection on what my husband calls the ‘impossible realm’ of grief. The person whom we have lost physically remains as an interior, secret and saving force.

I COME FROM THERE

I love this poem, Tropical Town, by Salomón de la Selva. The poet was born in 1893, in León, Nicaragua, writing in both Spanish and English. He was active throughout his life in numerous labour and political movements He died on February 5, 1959. I love the line ‘I come from there…’, suggesting that the poet is an immigrant, far from home, dreaming of the repose of the cemetery, ‘where the green trees are.’ So very beautiful.

YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOVE

Someone called Vivienne from Auckland sent this beautiful poem/piece of philosophy from Pádraig Ó Tuama to my husband’s Red Hand Files this week. Such a wondrous thing as it falls to its very most simple and touching conclusion. Thank you, Vivienne, for enriching our little corners!

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