Valentines Day Poetry

Valentines Day… a saint’s day now universally enjoyed and celebrated is just around the corner… and so, I am very happy to say, is my hardback limited edition, signed and numbered poetry book, Ever Truly Yours – ‘Reflections on love.’

It comes with a free CD of readings by Tobias Menzies, so send yourself off into a dream…

Always available online via http://www.katebarnwell.com

For two weeks, sitting comfortably in the window of a specialist and independent bookshop, in the super-seaside town of Old Hastings in East Sussex, my book is uniquely featured.

An old town much inspired by writers, artists and those buzzing to create and explore their talents. The magic of the sea, its closeness and its distance means you are never trapped.

The book is a selection of original love poetry inspired by the old masters of thought and feeling, The Romantics. Something new, but something in-keeping with the works we return to year after year to recite, to recall to memory and to really recapture a mood and a time. In few words poetry captures a huge world.

Feel and give love again and lift up this book to be uplifted through the years… ‘you are in every line I have ever read’

Romantic Poetry in a Romantic’s House

On the wettest Sunday in July, I headed north (of central London) to the leafy district of Hampstead and to Keats House & Museum. Here I had the wonderful opportunity to read one of my Romantic poems in the music room overlooking a painting of the great Romantic himself, John Keats.
The other poets who read represented a modern, bohemian, wild, laddish attitude.
On departing one man said kindly to me “you were the only one in the right place” and that “there aren’t many Romantic poets”
Sadly this may be so, but there are many, many people still ‘in love’ with beautiful words and romantic poetry; perhaps a quiet, secret majority – they are always the ones that smile at you and whisper ‘well done’…
Please excuse the blurry image, but honestly that’s me standing by the mirror reciting to a jolly audience.

‘Not Waving But Drowning’ #poetry

On the 8th July 1822, the leading figure of the Romantic movement, Percy Bysshe Shelley, drowned in the Bay of Spezia, Italy, when his small boat foundered in a storm. He had just visited friends, poet Lord Byron and journalist and writer Leigh Hunt. In his pocket was found a volume of John Keats poetry.

Shelley was an extremely controversial figure…he disapproved of marriage, royalty, meat-eating and religion. In truth he was an absolute rebel and anarchist and his work reflects his intellectual courage and sharp sense of humour.

 ‘I weep for Adonais – he is dead!

O, weep for Adonais! though our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!’

Ironically, Percy Shelley quoted this section of his poem 17 months before on hearing of the death of the Romantic poet he so admired, John Keats (February, 1821).

In England, Shelley was hardly mourned, one obituary stated “Shelley, the writer of some infidel poetry, has been drowned; now he knows whether there is a God or not.”

Today, Shelley is remembered as one of the most significant poets of The Romantic Circle, who has contributed enormously to English literary and intellectual life.

Today’s blog title ‘Not Waving But Drowning’ is the title poem by Stevie Smith.