In this poem of regret our poet Andrè Mangeot sensitively describes the silence of loss and of not forgetting, regret clinging like smoke.  Day 774 of the Daily Poems. Smoke In from the garden, still later from the bathit clung on – in your hair, in my sweater’sthick weave – the last bonfire won’t let… Continue reading

So many regrets!  What if we were all to visit the Museum of Mistakes?  What might we learn?  Our poet Dónall Dempsey is haunted, having seen too much … it is Day 773 of the Daily Poems. The Museum of Mistakes here in the Museumof MistakesI wander among the many exhibitsamazedgasp at how stupid people… Continue reading

At Day 772 of the Daily Poems, we usher in our new theme.  Our translator poet Timothy Adès brings us the regrets expressed by French poet Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855) for his lost youth.  Hélas! La recherche du temps perdu! In the Luxembourg GardensGérard de NervalTranslated by Timothy Adès She passed by, she was young,lithe… Continue reading

Day 771 of the Daily Poems.  As last year was drawing to a close, a friend has died.  And at this beginning of this new year we will shortly be gathering at his funeral.  ‘Off the mountain’ is written in his memory and is also a tribute to his devoted wife. Off the mountain She… Continue reading

Day 770 of the Daily Poems, and at this early time of the year the roads, if not snowbound, have been pretty frosty.  Anxiety abounds when family or friends take to the wheel, so say a little prayer … Our poet today, Derek Adams, recounts a harrowing tale. The Dying Swan Winter morning, diffuse light through… Continue reading