We’ve visited Oxford during most of our trips to England. We rake the tube to Paddington Station and then a train to Oxford. The trip takes about an hour. We’d visit various colleges, the Sheldonian, Blackwell’s Bookstore, the covered market, the Ashmolean Museum, and the Bodleian Library. It’s an easy day trip from London.
Christ College (which, if you’ve seen the Harry Potter movies, includes the dining hall) faces a meadow. It’s almost a shock to see a large tract of undeveloped land right by the bustle of traffic and tour groups. It’s quiet, peaceful, and rather beautiful.
What I didn’t know until I read The Bovadium Fragments by J.R.R. Tolkien, was that for more than two decades, Oxford authorities almost ran a road through the middle of it.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Thursday Readings
Greek Fire – poem by Andrew Roycroft.
The Loneliness of Russia’s First Poet: Pushkin – Ilya Ganpantsura at Front Porch Republic.
“From a Window,” poem by Charlotte Mew – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
How a Poem Often Happens – Megan Willome.
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