Tag Archives: Oxford

From The Far Side of the Ocean

Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading

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May Morning, Oxford

At the start, it was like stepping out into a poem. The air was cold and the morning sky still dark as ink above the rooftops and chimneys, with a fading white sliver of moon. My daughter and her husband waited for us … Continue reading

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A Song For Miranda

And, here’s a fragment of a song sung by Stornoway(!) for our daughter. I’m so glad I had the presence of mind to record even just a moment or two, ’cause it was pretty special.

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Of Soap and Songs

Some people seem to possess a special vitality and spark that translates into constant action and creativity. It doesn’t matter what form it takes, they  have to craft an object, concoct a recipe, or render a feeling into painting, poetry, … Continue reading

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A Little Book Of Poems

Sometimes I just like the feel of a book even without knowing what’s inside. That’s the way it was with this one, which I found in a charity shop on the Cowley Road in Oxford. It’s a tiny volume, and … Continue reading

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Meanderings About the Daughter and Other Complexities

I can picture her now, riding her bike to see us at the little St. Clements apartment we’d rented. Her thick dark hair is pulled back and a magenta scarf sets off her pale and luminous skin, and I think, … Continue reading

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Three Views

Three views, one moment…looking down from Magdalen Bridge onto the River Cherwell.

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Doing Nothing in Oxford

Taking it easy has never been easy for me, but I’ve been so tired for the first few days of this trip that I finally just succumbed — sleeping late and lazing around. I’m no longer a tourist in this place … Continue reading

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St. George’s Day

Yesterday was St. George’s Day and I didn’t even know that until it was almost over, but he is the patron saint of England (although he was from Turkey) and I guess it’s an occasion around here. Perhaps it explains why we … Continue reading

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It Isn’t An Adventure If Nothing Goes Wrong

Our inability to get to Berlin became insignificant very quickly. At this moment, the more pressing question is how and when will we manage to go home. We listen to the BBC each morning for the latest news on how long flights … Continue reading

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