Yesterday was World Ballet Day. In a bounty of cultural peaks, today it was Poetry Day UK.
The event had a hashtag theme #thinkofapoem, so I have had wonderful poems going round in my head all day.
One that keeps popping in is Marina by TS Eliot. I think it’s the best poem ever written about being a parent – written by someone who never had children.
The line that really gets me, is this: ‘Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye’
There is also one by UA Fanthorpe, with the opening lines:
There is a kind of love called maintenance
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it
Another thing which made my heart soar today was Deborah, Dowager Duchess of Devonshire’s funeral – that’s Debo Mitford, by the way, the last of the legendary sisters.
Her death was the end of an era, but she was 94 and I can’t be sad about it – only poignant that such a very particular chapter of British life is now closed. And that cut glass accent, even rarer.
What made me cheer is that she went off with all the style she lived in. Her funeral cortage – with a wicker coffin, bedecked with flowers – set off from Chatsworth, one of the finest houses in the world, through the park for three quarters of a mile to the church in the estate village of Edensor.
Prince Charles and Camilla were among the mourners walking behind the hearse.
Six hundred Chatsworth staff lined the road for her final journey in their uniforms and a track by her adored Elvis was played during the funeral.
The Daily Mail had brilliant pictures.