poemof the moment
And fain am I to turn again, Before this journey’s ended, For a long, long look at the road I came, So rough and dark and – splendid!
about the poem
The older one gets, the less one looks forward to one's birthday. As each birthday appears to swing sooner into view, one might find oneself, like Angus, sighing, 'Time, why are you going so fast? / I like not furious paces.' Regret is part of the journey, and yet in the poem's final line - 'So rough and dark and – splendid"' - there is acceptance of all that one has witnessed along the way.
Image: Marmee Birthday Cake by Kimberly Vardeman via Flickr under a Creative Commons licence
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Happy birthday to our one-time near neighbours, the Scotsman. Two hundred years ago, the Scotsman was launched in 1817 as a weekly newspaper by lawyer William Ritchie and customs official Charles Maclaren. On Tuesday, BBC 2, 10pm, The Paper Thistle tells the story of the newspaper. We have our own special link with the Scotsman. We choose a poem for the book pages every Saturday.
Marion Emily Angus was born on 27 March 1865 in Sunderland, the oldest daughter of the Revd Henry Angus. Coming late in her life to poetry, Angus wrote during the 1920s, frequently in her native Scots, poems suggesting social and emotional rejection, and on the ballad-themes of lost love and unquiet spirits.