Funny old thing this t’internet.
I was chipping-in to a thread on Linked In about poetry when I got chatting to a young lady from India, by the name of Asha.
She has a blog called While There Is Still Time which is quite inspirational. There, you’ll find a veritable treasure trove of literary prowess to satiate your creative soul.
The name of the blog is from a line in one of Philip Larkin’s poems, called The Mower.
It’s a poignant poem about cherishing what we have before it’s too late.
After you’ve read it, you might want to pop over to Asha’s blog and immerse yourself into a sea of semiotics.
By Philip Larkin
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.