The secret ministry of frost
Margaret-Mary Flynn. 10 March 2017
Coleridge’s poem Frost at Midnight is one of my favourite poems, and I love the turning of the seasons that brings me to my battered old paperback each year to rediscover it
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Of lutes, language, ouds and odes
Margaret Mary Flynn. 09 March 2017
He stepped through the door of the room I was using for entry interviews. A young man, dark hair, and the oval face, straight nose, strong eyebrows and lustrous dark eyes of Byzantine inheritance. We shook hands. Mehmet, in halting English, outlined his request.
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