You can never tell
where your next long forgotten memory may crop up. In this case it was while
watching an episode of “Inspector Lewis” that I heard the familiar words of
A.E. Housman, reminding me that in losing track of him as a poet I had created
my own “Land of Lost Content.” This poem was always one of my favorites, and to
see it on a television show lends hope to the medium.
The poem speaks to
the places and people we all leave behind as we create our own lives. It’s only in the looking back that one
realizes the friendships, and passions, that were for some reason set aside,
only to be missed later. This is a very personal poem to me and I was
pleasantly surprised to have it appear so unexpectedly on the television. Life
is a set of mysteries…
“The Land of Lost
Content”
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
A. E. Housman
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