Award-winning poet and memoirist John Greening brings us on a pilgrimage to the site of a historical, seventeenth-century spiritual community. His narrator is contemplative, almost restless, in his encounter with the nature. ‘Walking there, he hears the trees addressing him;’ the oak, sycamore, sweet chestnut, and pine beckon him closer to the panorama of a steeple where one man – Nicholas Ferrar – and a chorus of psalm-children wait beside a pyre of books on fire.
When he was eighteen years of age, John Greening queued at the British Museum to see the 1972 exhibition of relics from the tomb of Tutankhamun. He describes seeing his own youthful, “golden” face reflected in the museum glass cases as his “coming of age exhibition” (“The Treasures of Tutankhamun”). Part of his entrance fee Read More