Tuesday 21 January 2014

Today is the feast day of St Agnes - hares limping through the frozen grass and all that - but that was last night, according to John Keats
Here, it was a fine and mild winter's day until nearly three o'clock when the rain swept in from the west - again .....

This is more Keatsian than my present reality: Morten Lauridsen's 'She tells her Love while Half Asleep' from Mid-Winter Songs - a setting of words by Robert Graves:








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