There is a strange modesty in this poem that serves its subject well. It is not grander that is evoked but something softer, something more intimate and approachable, like the English countryside itself. As a boy who grew up in a Cheshire village and appreciated the seasons, even as a child, the sudden rapturous magnificence of spring, coming after the winter, seemed to be utterly miraculous. Far from my beginnings now and unlikely ever to return, this poem evokes something of the magic of an English spring.
My thanks too Colin, as a young lad going to England in the Summer holidays (though not Spring) will always be with me. Couldn't afford the train down from Glasgow and those days few working folk owned a car to make the journey. It was in the sixties and England was the centre of the universe politically, culturally, it was modern and full of antiquities at the same time! The Beatles, pop music that was and remains the best in the World (music from then I hasten to add). The holidays for me began when I was about 5 (1962) through until when I was 11 ... Getting off the Western bus after a long and arduous journey to Victoria bust station we invariably got there early morning. Even the smell of fresh air (yes central London) mixed with diesel and roasted gearbox oil meant the world to me. After that getting on the green Southern bus to Brighton, and gently getting our way through a quiet city, the outskirts and down the A23 and then over the downs .... Sun shinning until, .......
The best reading I've heard. Too many others just hurry through it, without much feeling or understanding of the words. Then again, Geoffrey Palmer was a lover of the English countryside.
Led here by the beautiful Clifford T Ward song inspired by this poem. If you don't already know it, then why not make the reverse journey & check it out?
Perhaps not. The music chosen bears the same nostalgia. Words were set to Dvořák's music entitled "Going home". Robert Browning's "Home Thoughts from Abroad" poem is all about that deep yearning to be going home to England from exile in Spain.
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There is a strange modesty in this poem that serves its subject well. It is not grander that is evoked but something softer, something more intimate and approachable, like the English countryside itself. As a boy who grew up in a Cheshire village and appreciated the seasons, even as a child, the sudden rapturous magnificence of spring, coming after the winter, seemed to be utterly miraculous. Far from my beginnings now and unlikely ever to return, this poem evokes something of the magic of an English spring.
+Colin , Thanks Colin, really captured
Wonderful- If you have ever left England behind- not by choice- you will understand this.
My thanks too Colin, as a young lad going to England in the Summer holidays (though not Spring) will always be with me. Couldn't afford the train down from Glasgow and those days few working folk owned a car to make the journey. It was in the sixties and England was the centre of the universe politically, culturally, it was modern and full of antiquities at the same time! The Beatles, pop music that was and remains the best in the World (music from then I hasten to add).
The holidays for me began when I was about 5 (1962) through until when I was 11 ... Getting off the Western bus after a long and arduous journey to Victoria bust station we invariably got there early morning. Even the smell of fresh air (yes central London) mixed with diesel and roasted gearbox oil meant the world to me. After that getting on the green Southern bus to Brighton, and gently getting our way through a quiet city, the outskirts and down the A23 and then over the downs .... Sun shinning until, .......
The best reading I've heard. Too many others just hurry through it, without much feeling or understanding of the words. Then again, Geoffrey Palmer was a lover of the English countryside.
r. i. p England
Wow, so peaceful!
Amazing poem and so well read!!
Led here by the beautiful Clifford T Ward song inspired by this poem. If you don't already know it, then why not make the reverse journey & check it out?
That's a nice pic of GP
Bardzo dobry wiersz, choć trochę nostalgiczny.
England is the greatest country in the World. We know it, and I have a sneaking suspicion everyone else does too...
How do you write something like this?
Wonderful, but british music would add the perfection.....Howells, Holst, V. Williams, ....
Perhaps not. The music chosen bears the same nostalgia. Words were set to Dvořák's music entitled "Going home". Robert Browning's "Home Thoughts from Abroad" poem is all about that deep yearning to be going home to England from exile in Spain.
Very nice - but why not an English composer?