I'm far from an expert on poetry, but I think today's poem is lovely. Here is Cyril's work from 17 February 1959. A Tuesday, it was. I wonder where he wrote his poetry? In the shop? At home? How long did they take him?
I have known days
When some great theme of music
Filled with sound the world I knew
And bid me praise.
I have known time
When poets' language lifted me
To heights I had not dreamed could be
With thoughts sublime.
I have known all
The beauty of sweet summer days
When every flower a secret gave,
And still recall
These do I mind
When hearing, seeing, knowing you
I sing again all lovely things
Which are in kind.
17/2/1959
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