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In the bath
As I lay in the bath this morning, I was listening to Broadcasting House.
One of the guests they had on was Brian Patten. he was meant to be reviewing the papers - which he did do - but he also included a couple of his own poems.
One, which was called (I think!) "I Remember Snow", was a lovely evocation of a child looking at the beauty of snow for the first time - it seemed particularly relevant this week. (I looked but I cannot find it on the internet; his reading of it might be included in the BH podcast, or you can use iPlayer to hear it - it must have been about 40 or 45 minutes in).
Another was called "The Minister for Exams", also about childhood - the endless imagination of children, and how education tries to crush it.
I don't like reading poetry, but hearing it read - especially whilst I was soaking in a hot bath - was rather lovely.
One of the guests they had on was Brian Patten. he was meant to be reviewing the papers - which he did do - but he also included a couple of his own poems.
One, which was called (I think!) "I Remember Snow", was a lovely evocation of a child looking at the beauty of snow for the first time - it seemed particularly relevant this week. (I looked but I cannot find it on the internet; his reading of it might be included in the BH podcast, or you can use iPlayer to hear it - it must have been about 40 or 45 minutes in).
Another was called "The Minister for Exams", also about childhood - the endless imagination of children, and how education tries to crush it.
I don't like reading poetry, but hearing it read - especially whilst I was soaking in a hot bath - was rather lovely.