Three

If life is generous and the moment is right, a dear friend may suddenly surprise you by telling you about a poem by Mary Oliver on wild geese, introducing you to this poet of nature, a nature that you miss now that you are no longer privileged to be part of that world. Or you may open a 2020 copy of the NY review of books you had somehow saved and be struck by an article on Thomas Wyatt. You had never heard of him but a poem he wrote around 1535 gives you an insight into what this presumed lover of Anne Boleyn felt one day. 

His words will keep haunting you. 

“Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise,

Twenty times better; but once in special,

In thin array after a pleasant guise

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,

And she me caught in her arms long and small,

Therewith all sweetly did me kiss

And softly said, “dear heart, how like you this?”

This is just why you hate to throw out your copies of the Times Review or perhaps The Guardian or the New Yorker for they always have at least one article you know you will want to read again.

7 thoughts on “Three

  1. Excellent advice! I tend to keep magazines so long I realize I will never read all the articles. These are gems worth treasuring!

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  2. Love this one.  I’ll need to forgive Steve for hoarding all his New Yorkers.  Love M

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  3. I have long liked this poem by Thomas Wyatt. It stands the test of time, doesn’t it.
    We live a short drive from Anne Boleyn’s childhood home, Hever Castle, and often visit. The grounds are extensive and beautiful – although much changed since her time. There is, for example, a delightful formal Italian garden.
    I’ll try to post a photo of the castle courtyard, taken recently from a window just outside the chamber Henry VIII slept in during his courtship visits.

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