Helen, thank you for posting this again this year for St David’s Day. Here in New York, St. David’s Day is scarcely noticed. For me, this year, this poem touches me even more than when I first read it on your blog in, I think, 2012. Six days ago, my sister Marjorie died in Caerleon after a long illness. She and I were born in Pembrokeshire many, many years ago, and when she was still well, we would come to stay by the sea there whenever we could. It is wonderful for me now, today, on a cold bleak day in New York City , to read again this poem with its vivid pictures of the landscape, its memories of the past, and its angels singing.
Such a beautiful poem. I love to think of the angels singing!
Helen, thank you for posting this again this year for St David’s Day. Here in New York, St. David’s Day is scarcely noticed. For me, this year, this poem touches me even more than when I first read it on your blog in, I think, 2012. Six days ago, my sister Marjorie died in Caerleon after a long illness. She and I were born in Pembrokeshire many, many years ago, and when she was still well, we would come to stay by the sea there whenever we could. It is wonderful for me now, today, on a cold bleak day in New York City , to read again this poem with its vivid pictures of the landscape, its memories of the past, and its angels singing.
Oh, I am so sorry for your loss. But I am pleased if Marc’s poem has brought you some happy memories, and some comfort. All our sympathy, Helen