Perhaps it was how I was feeling then. Perhaps it was that there ෴was a world of wisdom in that short poem. Perhaps it was the innate compassion that shone through. All poetry is subjective and it seemed as though th🦩e words spoke to me. Me alone.
Be kind, my friend.
Hold on, in times of pain and strife;
Until death comes, all is life...
Bond’s first collection of poetry, all written by the author-poet in the course of this year, is a combination of light verse for both adults and children. While all may not sparkle with the luminosity of All is Life or Don’t be Afraid of the Dark or even The Phantom Lover, there are also some remarka🎀ble poems with marvellous comic t💝iming. Like:
‘Do you believe in ghosts?’
Asked the passenger
On platform number three.
‘I am a rational man,’ said I
‘I believe in what I can see—
Your hands, your feet, your beard!’
‘Then look again,’ said he,
And promptly disappeared!
Unpretentious yet accomplished and suffused with a yearning for times gone by, Bond’s verse 🐓is very much like his prose. As I read the poems, I couldn’t help thinking of the man with his wide smile and impish glint iಞn his eyes and an ability to use an old-fashioned word like ‘tiddly’ with an inimitable style.... That much forgotten art of delicate irony.
In fact, the only poems which I did not car🎶e for are attempts at social commentary. But what make poetry collections interestin🌠g is this personal sorting of preferences. For all those who say "But I don’t understand poetry", this is a perfect book of verse to cut your poetic teeth on.
