National Poetry Day + One
I intended to write yesterday, but ‘other’ events got in the way. I felt sad as for the last twelve years, I’ve been teaching a writing class when it was National Poetry Day, and have always given it a mention, but this year I’ve had to cancel my classes.
But I was thinking about appointments. For many of us, our lives are governed by appointments – work-related appointments, dentist, doctor, hairdresser, meetings. Dates? Appointments for love! We are continually running to a schedule.
Suddenly a lot of the more interesting appointments have stopped for me, and now my appointments seems to be all medically related – one yesterday, and two this afternoon for starters. And sadly, it’s not just the time spent actually at the appointment, but travelling to it, finding a parking space, and then waiting, endless waiting which saps the mind and body of any energy or joy.
Yesterday, during one of these long waiting spells, my dazed mind was drifting over thoughts of appointments and it being National Poetry Day, and I half-remembered a poem I used to love when I was teaching Thomas Hardy. Last night I looked it up and found I enjoyed it as much as ever. Here it is: