Stuart Miller-Osborne

Goethe once said that the less accessible a work is to the intellect the greater it is For many years during that terrible war I tried to understand his thoughts If anything to make sense of the slaughter that surrounded me on a daily basis I woke up every morning expecting to die but found […]

Dearest Yesterday I had an unpopular experience on the Dane John mound in Canterbury I had not planned to climb it but soon found myself within my occupation As I climbed I became acutely aware of the uneven nature of my surroundings And this was what triggered my unease as although I was not high […]

For many years you rested at peace under the dark tower Then your mother church was destroyed during the deep days of war When peace returned only your tower remained as all else was lost Your graves are still sheltered by God but the area remains open And you share your eternity with those who […]

One day I will let my pen rest on my desk I will not pick it up again Nothing will cause this I will remain silent As I have nothing else to say  

I met you   I remembered you   We had dinner together   And then we parted   We no longer correspond

I have a print on my bedroom wall It is Japanese Lake Ashi in Hakone Hills in Early Autumn  My father purchased this print some years ago It has not faded even though it is exposed to the sun  

After the theatre only the silence remains   The future remains an abstract no matter how hard we plan   Even when I am quite alone I do not feel alone   Some cities reveal their past to me Whilst others remain closed  

There is a recently unveiled statue of Virginia Seated next to the River Thames in Richmond She looks serene and at peace with the world But is for some reason positioned next to a waste bin I think that she would have found that amusing            

Les Rempart des Beguines was the last movie That Stephen watched before his accident He was in love with Anicee Alvina And kept a photo of her in his wallet I did not learn of this until many years later When his sister told me after a chance meeting in London Stephen was a better […]

Poetry indeed keeps you sane as you travel to places that others neglect   Not even the most beautiful women is more beautiful than God’s house   I have been in exile for many years but have never left my home   Butterflies have no concept of mortality or beauty   I wonder if I […]