An emblem of medieval pilgrimage gains fresh resonance in a more recent time of plague
An emblem of medieval pilgrimage gains fresh resonance in a more recent time of plague
Scallop Shell
See them at low tide,
scallop shells glittering on
a scallop-edged shore,
A single missing word in the 1902 poem sparks a deeper look at rhythm, dialect and longing
A collective dash for shelter in the city takes on a spiritual, near-religious power
The moon becomes the witty image of an isolated and contemptuously neglected elderly relation
A melancholy December vision in Liverpool invokes a Dickensian ghost with more worldly but still warm realism
An atheist’s complaint at the scant room made by the church for his personal commemoration of the dead
From an almost whimsical beginning, these verses on wishing to overcome mortality grow lyrical and deeply moving
