To everyone I’ve ever loved….

…I spelt your name out in stones….

and  sandy beaches…….

I was recently talking to a writer and poet about ‘The Distance Travelled’ (which has now brought me to Bournemouth, hence the incredibly long gap in digital updates), I was describing how it ends, me waiting and explaining to the audience that I made this piece for an unrequieted love, that I wait for that love to be in the audience, so that they might know my feelings and maybe, just maybe they’d then be reciprocated… that maybe you could be sat next to that person…. you might look around.

He said, “ah that reminds me of a poem”. Which he genorously dug out and sent to me. Here it is…

Spenser: Amoretti LXXV

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

but came the waves and washèd it away:

agayne I wrote it with a second hand,

but came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.

Vayne man, sayd she, that doest in vaine assay,

a mortall thing so to immortalize,

for I my selve shall lyke to this decay,

and eek my name bee wypèd out lykewize.

Not so, (quod I) let baser things devize

to dy in dust, but you shall live by fame:

my verse your vertues rare shall eternize,

and in the hevens wryte your glorious name.

Where whenas death shall all the world subdew,

our love shall live, and later life renew.

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