Subway Poetry

I'm not normally into poetry but I saw this poem on the tube in London and it really struck me. I even wrote it down quickly between stops so I could remember it.

So, here it is:

Loving the rituals that keep men close-

Nature created means for friends apart.

Pen.

Paper.

Ink.

The Alphabet.

Signs for the distant and disconsolate heart.

By Palladus (4th Century) and translated by Tony Harrison

Since it was written in the 4th Century, he couldn't have been able to include blogs, Facebook, email, and Skype. But, the sentiments are the same. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

I miss everyone!!