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‘Where has the music gone?’ That is what often bothers me as I read poetry today.  Hence this Friday’s poem.

Poetry was always a song. Take the first line of the Aeneid.

‘Arma virumque cano.’ ‘Cano’ is ‘I sing’.

‘Sweet Thames run softly till I end my song.’ wrote Spencer. The Thames is still running softly but the music has stopped.

Shelly’s skylark sang as it flew upwards, ‘singing still dost soar’.

Even the word sonnet, a form so strict in rhyme and metre, came from the Italian for a little song!

If we welcome back music back, we can all begin to enjoy poetry once more!           

Back in Bristol Alex drives a red Ferrari and Magdalena doesn’t make a confession.