So this is a note to self: blog
I don't post stuff that isn't mine, as a rule. This is a favourite of Cheryl's and it's a piece of writing I really admire. So simple yet so elegant and evocative. So I post it here as inspiration:
My parents kept me from children who were rough - Stephen Spender
My parents kept me from children who were rough
and who threw words like stones and who wore torn clothes.
Their thighs showed through rags. They ran in the street
And climbed cliffs and stripped by the country streams.
I feared more than tigers their muscles like iron
And their jerking hands and their knees tight on my arms.
I feared the salt coarse pointing of those boys
Who copied my lisp behind me on the road.
They were lithe, they sprang out behind hedges
Like dogs to bark at our world. They threw mud
And I looked another way, pretending to smile,
I longed to forgive them, yet they never smiled.
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