National Poetry Day – Thursday Oct 8th

Today is national poetry day and so I would like to add here my favourite poem in honour of my departed friends Don Woodruff, Ivor Noot and Pete Bourne …

The Song of the Ungirt Runners

We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.

The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
‘Neath the big bare sky.

The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.

Charles Hamilton Sorley

Listen here: song-of-the-ungirt-runners

Listen here to the Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy’s poem for the day ‘Atlas’.

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