He was a truly Renaissance man being a skilled military commander, educated in the classics and a poet.
Prince Rogers Nelson died just over a year ago, but it was only yesterday evening that I could face watching a recorded television programme about his life.
As this weeks recipe is Indian Curry here is a poem about curry written by my daughter Naomi age 9.
It’s up and away from our work to-day,/For the breeze sweeps over the down;
As this is mental health awareness week I have chosen Please Hear What I’m Not Saying by Charles C Finn, September 1966.
“Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, /This autumn morning!”
Oh, isle of my childhood, I’m dreaming of thee,
As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree,
Soon I’ll capture the magic that lingers for me,
When I’m back once more upon the Dark Island.
Byl pozdní večer – první máj –
večerní máj – byl lásky čas.
Late evening, on the first of May -The twilit May – the time of love.
“When Beauty and Beauty meet/ All naked, fair to fair,”
Dignity and Pride