The most recent Arthurian landmark I researched was Glastonbury Tor. The 20th century poet Geoffrey Bache Smith wrote a poem called “Glastonbury” wherein he relates the coming of Bedivere, “weary and travel-stained and sick at heart,” to the hermit of Glastonbury. The hermit reveals that he was Arthur’s bishop before his court fell apart, whereupon … Continue reading Glastonbury, by Geoffrey Bache Smith (Selections)
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“We who have bowed ourselves to Time,” by Geoffrey Bache Smith (Remembrance Day 2020)
We who have bowed ourselves to time / Now arm an uneventful rime / With panoply of flowers / Through the long summer hours… / But now our fierce and warlike Muse / Doth soft companionship refuse, / And we must mount and ride / Upon a steed untried…