The Ideal

I came across this again today – noted down from the window of the Babushka bookshop on the Isle of White in – was it 2014?

It’s a poem by James Fenton, called The Ideal:

This is where I came from
I passed this way
This should not be shameful
Or hard to say

A self is a self
It is not a screen
A person should respect
What he has been

This is my past
Which I shall not discard
This is the ideal
This is hard

The Ideal

Friday Poem – ‘How to make a good crisp sandwich’, Katherine Stansfield | Seren Books Blog

I think there’s a debate to be had here. I like my bread softer. It has to be butter – thickly spread if possible and the best bit is always the satisfying crunch of the crisps as you pick the sandwich up for the first time and press down on them.

Source: Friday Poem – ‘How to make a good crisp sandwich’, Katherine Stansfield | Seren Books Blog

Friday Poem – ‘How to make a good crisp sandwich’, Katherine Stansfield | Seren Books Blog